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eggs and crisp bacon within minutes. Javier
     cleaned his plate, more hungry than he’d imagined. Just as he set down his coffee
     cup and put a hand over his full belly, someone knocked on the door.
    Kata didn’t seem surprised at all, merely jumped up and pulled the door open with
     a smile. “Tyler!”
    The big blond man behind her walked in, dangling a plastic grocery sack from one meaty
     fist, and held out his arms. She walked into them, and he hugged her tight, smiling
     at Javier over her delicate shoulder. Tyler wore a wholly satisfied look. No, it was
     more than that. He wore the air of a sublimely happy man, his face a billboard advertising
     that his entire world was settled to his satisfaction. Javier nearly choked on envy.
    Tyler wrapped a large hair-roughened hand around Kata’s ribs and tickled her. She
     shoved him away, but as Tyler walked past, she swatted his ass. “Menace.”
    “Twihard.” He grinned.
    She sighed. “I’m never going to live that down. And neither are you. Everyone’s onto
     you, pal. I know you swiped my DVD of
Breaking Dawn, Part 1
.”
    “Maybe . . . But on me, fandom is cute.”
    Kata turned and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Javier, this is Tyler Murphy, former LAPD
     vice detective, PI, and bad boy.”
    “I am
not
formerly a bad boy,” Tyler objected.
    “Oh, I’m so going to tell Delaney you said that.” She shot him an evil grin.
    Tyler grunted at her, then approached him, hand outstretched. “Good to meet you, Javier.
     I hope you’re less of a pain in the ass than your brother. I get damn tired of him
     flirting with my wife.”
    Despite the affable smile, Tyler didn’t look like a guy he wanted to cross, even when
     his head wasn’t pounding. Bursting with muscle under a tight black T-shirt, the garment
     showed off hard biceps and rippling abs. Even black sweatpants and running shoes didn’t
     lessen the appearance of power.
    He shook Tyler’s hand. “That’s my little brother, douche bag extraordinaire.”
Funny that he flirts with your wife when he wanted nothing to do with mine
.
    Tyler smiled and glanced at his watch. “I see Kata fed you. Way to keep on schedule.”
     He put out his fist toward her, and she bumped it with her own.
    Javier frowned at their odd relationship. Not flirtatious, but not like siblings,
     either. They were . . . friends. He’d heard of men and woman connecting platonically.
     He hadn’t really believed it. Every female friend Xander had ever had he’d fucked.
     Their father had been little better. In college, Javier had friends, too, but they’d
     all come with benefits. This friendship before him looked foreign yet somehow comfortable.
     He sat back to watch.
    With a grin, Tyler tossed the plastic bag his way.
    Javier caught it reflexively. “What’s this?”
    “Everything you’ll need for the first part of your day. We’ll want to get a move on
     before it gets too much hotter. A three-mile run when it’s ninety degrees with ninety
     percent humidity is more than exercise. It’s a really shitty test of endurance.”
    He heard Tyler’s words, but they didn’t compute until he opened the bag in his lap
     and found a white tank, gray running shorts, socks, and athletic shoes. They expected
     him to run three miles in the stifling heat, while hung over, with a stomach full
     of eggs?
    “I’ve got bottles of water ready for both of you.” Kata reached inside the refrigerator.
    Shaking his head, Javier dropped the bag of clothes on the table and looked at the
     two of them as if they were insane. “No offense, but I’m not jogging. I don’t care
     if Xander thinks I need it. I actually think I need to sleep a bit longer, then figure
     out how to leave this little town so I can get on with my life. Now if you’ll excuse
     me . . .”
    Tyler tsked and shook his head. “If we don’t start that jog now, you’ll be late to
     yoga with Morgan. Now, she looks little, but I know from experience that