“Hey,” Wyatt slammed Brandt’s door shut just in time for him to snatch his hand free. Brandt gave Wyatt a dark look. Wyatt didn’t notice. “You’re not sore, are you?” Wyatt’s green eyes crinkled as he stared up at Brandt’s chiseled face. For a moment the mousier man’s eyes flicked to Brandt’s strong jaw.
Brandt switched the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “What makes you think I’m sore?” he asked as levelly as he could ma...
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