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still did—but he couldn’t seem to get
     past the fact that she would be alive today if Xander had just said yes when Javier
     had needed him.
    “It wasn’t money.” Tyler’s grin finally fell. “He saved my wife’s life and helped
     me put a completely evil fucker behind bars. He could have sat on his charming ass
     and used his time to pick up women. I know he does that.”
    “Since he was thirteen.” Javier smiled tightly.
    Tyler frowned. “I get the feeling you don’t like your brother much.”
    Since the big guy was already in Xander’s court, Javier didn’t feel the need to explain.
     “Do you love your siblings all the time?”
    “Don’t have any, but I know if I had a brother I trusted to have my back, I’d be pretty
     damn happy about it.”
    “I’d like one of those too, but I don’t have one.” When Tyler opened his mouth, Javier
     shook his head, wishing like hell he could return to Kata’s house and crawl back in
     bed. This three-mile jog made his lungs feel as if they were about to burst. “I’m
     glad he helped you and your wife. Xander can be a great guy.”
When it suits him.
    “He’s on your side, dude. He’s worried about you.”
    Javier kept his more skeptical thoughts to himself. “Touching, isn’t it?”
    Tyler scowled but kept thankfully silent for the rest of the torturous run. Javier
     focused on the pounding of the pavement beneath his feet, the heavy pull of oxygen
     into his lungs, the mad beating of his heart. He was not enjoying this . . . but for
     the first time in a long time, his thoughts felt sharp and focused, his head clear.
     Fresh air filled him. By the time they arrived back at Kata’s house, he didn’t have
     the energy to feel angry, but he did feel oddly calm.
    Until he and Tyler stepped into the kitchen, and Xander sat there with a gorgeous
     redhead, both nursing cups of coffee and sharing a joke. The unruffled bastard looked
     like he didn’t have a care in the world. How nice to shed all sense of responsibility
     like a cheap coat.
    “You son of a bitch!” He charged across the kitchen.
    Tyler jerked him back by grabbing a handful of his sweaty tank and holding tight.
    His brother nodded at him, then turned to the redhead. “Morning, Javier. This is Tara
     Edgington.”
    Logan’s wife?
Seemed like a safe bet.
    “Hi,” he barked, then winced at his own rudeness. His anger was for Xander, not this
     lovely woman deluded enough to help him. Stiffly, he held out his hand to Tara.
    She smiled kindly and shook his outstretched hand. “Hope you’re feeling okay this
     morning and that Tyler didn’t break you.” She sent the big blond guy a mock glare.
    “I’ll save that for weight lifting tomorrow.” He winked.
    “No more torture with Tyler.” Javier shook his head. “This morning was enough. I appreciate
     your hospitality, but I need to be getting back to Dallas now. If I could impose upon
     you for a shower, then I’ll get out of your way.”
    Tara didn’t answer, just sent Xander a look that told him the ball was in his brother’s
     court. Kata eased back into the room, wearing a pair of black capri pants and a floral
     halter top that hugged her generous tits. She propped one hip against the cabinet
     and sent him an apologetic smile.
    “It’s been fun.” Tyler slapped him on the back. “See you tomorrow at six a.m. We’ll
     beat some of this heat and get in a bit of lifting, too.”
    “Don’t bother. I won’t—” Javier didn’t get to finish his sentence before Tyler shut
     the door, cutting him off.
    Fuck, little brother had brought him deep into his territory, and everyone here would
     take his side every single time. As soon as he had a shower, he’d find this town’s
     little airport or rent a damn car to drive himself back to Dallas.
    “Sit down,” Xander demanded.
    Javier raised an angry brow at his brother’s high-handed tactics. He could feel a
     fresh rage brimming and tried like hell to hold it in