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Tank nodded slowly. “Is he…? Is this somewhere he would go?” He automatically thought stalker, because Dalton was clearly upset.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, but… what do I know? I mean, no one knew I was coming, right? Not even me.”

“Right.” Neither of them had known until the day they were on the way…. “Okay. Well, you point him out if you see him again.”

“Fair enough. Come on, let’s cool off, eat. I want that nap.”

“Me too.” He took Dalton’s hand in his.

A soft whisper floated to him. “And that ride.”

He laughed out loud, letting go of the worry about the ex. “I want that bad.”

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.” Oh, that was a great grin, and as soon as they made it to the room, Tank took a kiss, and Dalton melted into him, giving it up.

He hugged Dalton tight when they came up for air. “You get drinks and I’ll nuke.”

“Fair enough. Water, Coke, or beer?”

“Coke, please.” He’d drunk his weight in water on the trip back to the hotel.

“You got it.”

They assembled lunch with Coke, pizza, and a bag of M&M’s. It was lazy and easy, and by the time they were done, he was damn near asleep.

He hooked an arm around Dalton. “Bed. I’m too old to nap on couches.”

“Shut up.” They stumbled to the bed and crashed like burning crashing things.

He closed his eyes and that was that. Boom. He sure hoped Dalton still wanted that ride later.

Chapter Fourteen

DALTON STOODoutside on the patio, sneaking a cigarette and trying not to feel like he was being haunted.

Rocket was here.

What the fuck?

They’d had a thing—hot and heavy, but it had gone icy cold and fucking brutal so quick, leaving him feeling like he had emotional road rash. Cold panic had washed over him this afternoon when he’d seen the man. He didn’t need this shit.

Not at all.

He grabbed his phone when it buzzed. Bubba.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.God, he hated that Dustin always knew. Hated and loved it all at once.

Liar.

Rocket showed up.

WTF????

His phone rang.

Dalton sighed, but there was no sense in putting Dustin off. “Hey, Bubba.”