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     moms on a tight schedule have absolutely no patience for male drama. Since she’s married
     to Jack Cole, odds are that he’s taught her some really low-down, dirty ways to separate
     a man from his balls. I wouldn’t want to test her, so let’s get hopping.”
    Yoga? After jogging?
What the hell did Xander have up his sleeve? “No thanks. Like I said, not interested.”
     He turned to Kata. “Do you know where the rest of my clothes are? And my phone? I’ll
     call for a taxi.”
    Kata shook her head, and Tyler burst out laughing.
    “What’s so funny?” Javier demanded.
    Before either one of them could answer, Kata’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “Hello?”
     She paused, her dark gaze zeroing in on him. “Yes.” Another pause. “Yes.” A longer
     hesitation. “No.” Another one. “I think that would be a good idea. Thanks!”
    She hung up with a sweet-as-pie smile. Javier didn’t trust it for a minute.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    “Xander is on his way back. He’ll be here in about an hour. He says he’ll explain
     then.”
    Tyler approached and gave him a hearty slap on the back. “Great. That will give us
     enough time to get in those three miles. Let’s go.”
    “I’d really rather not,” Javier drawled.
    With a shrug of his beefy shoulders, Tyler grinned. “Yeah, well . . . I’ll file that
     somewhere between
too fucking bad
and
it sucks to be you
.”
    Javier glared at Tyler. The big, blond muscle monkey was too damn cheerful for his
     taste, and he really wanted to shove the guy’s balls up his throat right now just
     to show Tyler that he wasn’t anyone’s bitch. But the anger was starting to grab hold
     of him again. His thoughts raced. His sense of balance flirted with shaky. Javier
     forced himself to draw in a few deep breaths and grabbed the plastic bag.
    “Fine. I’ll get changed.” Only because it suited him. If he didn’t have any liquor
     to drown out the fury starting to roll through him, he’d try to outrun it instead.
     He doubted it would work, but his other options were to tear apart Kata’s kitchen
     and scare the hell out of her or to get into a fight with Tyler, who looked more than
     capable of keeping up.
    Javier hoped that the second his brother walked through the door, he’d feel a violent
     need to puke on Xander’s designer shoes.
    A few minutes and a change of clothes later, he and Tyler stretched, then hit the
     street at a slow jog. House after house rolled by, each little cottage looking much
     like the last, except the color of the trim. Some boasted long porches that shaded
     his-and-hers rocking chairs. Despite the early hour, the heat and humidity were already
     oppressive.
    “I’d forgotten how much I hate coming to the South,” he grumbled, already starting
     to sweat.
    Tyler looked perfectly happy and flashed Javier a grin. “I’m from L.A., too. Here
     takes getting used to . . . but it grows on you.”
    He refused to stay here long enough for that.
    “If you don’t like Xander, why are you helping him?” Javier asked Tyler as they rounded
     a corner, off a quiet residential street and onto a busier main road. Cars buzzed
     past in the morning rush. A few bleary-eyed professionals walked by with their steaming
     caffeination. A few other people jogged in the opposite direction, happily sweating.
     Javier scowled and turned to Tyler, who still wore that goddamn smile.
    “He did me a great favor I can never repay.”
    Money was easy for Xander since he didn’t personally have to earn it. Javier snorted
     cynically. “I’m sure he didn’t expect you to repay him. My brother likes to give money
     away. I think it makes him feel better about his poor-little-rich-boy life.”
    Now huffing and puffing as Tyler picked up the speed, Javier’s own words rolled around
     in his head. Shit, he sounded bitter and cynical. Maybe because he was. He hated the
     fact that Francesca had come between them—and