The One That Got Away by Madeleine Urban Rhianne Aile

Author:Madeleine Urban Rhianne Aile [Rhianne Aile, Madeleine Urban]
Format: mobi
Tags: Rhianne Aile, gay, glbt, contemporary, m/m romance, dreamspinner press, Madeleine Urban
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2009-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

DAVID moved around the kitchen, setting out glasses, brewing a pot of coffee, and filling the ice bucket. Trace had dashed through the door minutes ago, just barely ahead of the other guys. He was in the bedroom cleaning up.

Keeping busy to resist the urge to join him and catch a glimpse of the body that had been on his mind all day, David opened a bag of cheese cubes that had a zip closure, grateful that Trace seemed to have picked things in packages he could open, since he was still wearing the damn sling after almost a month. He didn’t technically need it all the time, but tonight he didn’t want to deal with an aching shoulder.

He poured the cheese into a black stoneware bowl and tossed the plastic in the trash before adding the bowl to the lineup of other food on the counter, where they’d eat buffet style when the steaks were done. Before he could pick up a jar of olives to carry out to the bar in the dining room, he heard Trace’s voice from the back of the house.

“David? Have you seen my red shirt? It’s not in the closet, and I’m sure I left it here.”

“Yeah,” David shouted back, moving toward the laundry room. “I threw it in the wash. Just a sec. I’ll get it.” Snatching the hanger off the rod where he’d hung the shirt out of the dryer, David walked down the hall and into the bedroom with the requested item. “Here you go.”

Trace was standing with his back to the door, pulling up his well-fitted black pants over clinging boxer briefs. “Thanks,” he said distractedly as he settled the pants on his hips, leaving them unfastened so he could tuck the shirt in. He turned around to reach for it.

David gulped. Trace had pulled off his tie and white dress shirt, leaving himself bare-chested as he turned around. David’s eyes lingered on the muscled chest and the enticing line of dark hair traveling down from Trace’s belly button to disappear beneath his underwear. Forcing his eyes back up, he watched with fascination as Trace’s nipples hardened under his gaze.

Whatever this was that was happening between them definitely wasn’t one-sided, and that knowledge spread warmth through David’s body. He glanced up, and Trace met his gaze steadily. Taking the shirt off the hanger, David stepped forward, intending to drape it around Trace’s shoulders just as the doorbell rang. Catching Trace’s eyes with a regretful look, he shrugged, turning away to answer the door.

Trace went still as he saw David looking him over frankly, and a zing rippled through him. He blinked and tilted his head. So last night wasn’t a fluke caused by scotch. He shifted his weight to move forward when he heard the bell, and the regret on David’s face was clear. Trace wondered what David would have done. “David.”

David’s heart, racing from his intimate examination of Trace’s chest, skipped a beat as Trace spoke his name.

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