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.Norm’s phone rang.Still looking at Tucker with a puzzled expression, he answered.His face changed from worried to annoyance from one heartbeat to the next.“No, don’t come over here, Len.We’re through.No, I don’t want to talk about things.No.No.” Norm hung up.“Shit.”“Len not taking the breakup well?”Norm shook his head, sending his chocolate brown hair across his face.Tucker absently brushed it back.If his fingers lingered against his friend’s warm skin, he wasn’t going to admit it.“Len wants to come over and discuss our relationship.” He used his fingers to put imaginary quotes around the word ‘relationship’ as he spoke.Tucker couldn’t stop the smile crossing his face at Norm’s disgruntled tone.From his friend’s expression Len might as well have requested he drink poison.“Len’s an idiot.”“Yes,” Norm agreed.He pulled open a drawer, grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over his muscular chest.For a man who worked in a lab all day, he sure made his gym time count.CATCHING MR RIGHTAmber Kell21Tucker swallowed to get some moisture down his suddenly dry throat.“Um.Let’s find you something to wear later.”Norman’s bright green eyes turned dreamy.“I really liked Timothy.Thanks for fixing us up.Want me to make you some breakfast?”He could barely speak through the crushing pain in his chest.“Yeah, um, breakfast would be good.I’ll go make some coffee.” He needed to get out of there before Norman dropped his towel.It was a minor miracle his heart still beat.He hoped Norm liked his coffee strong because visions of Timothy holding his man made him lose track of how many scoops he’d added to the coffee maker.After Tucker filled the coffee maker’s water chamber, Norm walked out of the bedroom, his T-shirt and loose cargo shorts covering all the interesting bits.“Hey, you okay?” A warm hand rubbed circles across Tucker’s back as hazel eyes looked at him with concern.“Sure.I think I drank too much last night.” He slid off his sunglasses and set them on the counter.“I’ll get you some aspirin for your headache.” With a friendly pat on the back Norm left his side.Tucker resisted the urge to grab the other man as he walked away.Norm quickly returned with a familiar white bottle.“Here you go.Any particular reason you’re drinking?” Compassionate eyes studied him.“You can tell me if you’re having problems.”“No.Nothing like that.I’ve just had a lot on my mind and stupidly thought some drinks would make it all go away.”Norm smiled.“Can’t say I haven’t been there—just the other night, in fact.” Tucker gave his friend a weak smile.He wanted to talk to someone about his problem, but the one person he usually discussed his problems with stood next to him.He needed to talk to Timothy and let him know he couldn’t mess around with Norm’s feelings.He wasn’t going to let anyone break this man’s heart, even if it was another friend.He walked around the kitchen island and took a seat on the barstool away from Norm’s comforting touch.Accepting the glass of water with quiet thanks, he took the white pills while silently trying to explain to his erection why he couldn’t pounce on the sexy man across from him.CATCHING MR RIGHTAmber Kell22“You want your eggs fried or scrambled?”“Fried.Over medium.”Norm shook his head, smiling.“I know how you like your eggs fried, Tucker.I’ve been cooking you breakfast for five years.”Minutes later Norman slid a cup of freshly-brewed coffee across the counter.Tucker didn’t even have to look to know it would be perfectly prepared, dark with a kiss of cream.His coffee cup stopped midway to his lips as the truth struck him.Norman was right.Despite his friend having boyfriends on and off, the two of them had fallen into a pattern.Whenever they were at loose ends Tucker would come over and Norm would make him breakfast.Tucker sipped his coffee and watched Norman cook in quick, efficient movements.The way people did when they were comfortable in the kitchen.Tucker wondered what it would be like to have Norm as his boyfriend and cooking him breakfast after a night of passion.To have this gorgeous, intelligent man belong to him.Bacon crackled and popped in the skillet while Norm slid some pre-shredded hash browns in an oiled pan.“No biscuits?” he teased.Norman knew his grandmother’s biscuit recipe by heart.Tucker had dreams about those mouth-wateringly flaky, delicious biscuits, possibly eating them off their maker’s flat stomach.Norman shook his head.“Out of buttermilk.I need to get more.” Tucker shook his head at his friend.Norm never had time to go to the grocery store.If he wasn’t at his lab he went out with Tucker or his latest man.The men ate their breakfast in companionable silence, the only sounds were slurping coffee and crunching bacon.When they finished Tucker took the plates, automatically cleaning up.“Len never cleaned my dishes,” Norman shook his head sadly.“I should’ve known it wouldn’t work out.”“Yep.” Tucker kept his attention to scrubbing the egg skillet.Norm didn’t like his good cookware going into the dishwasher.“What am I going to do about him?”“Who?”CATCHING MR RIGHTAmber Kell23“Len [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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