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about to knock. Wes offered Rhone an envelope.  These are a gift of free services from the
hotel, but particularly from Mr. Stafford and myself for what you witnessed yesterday. We
apologize again for what happened.
 You don't have any reason to say you're sorry. Heat bubbled in Rhone's core all over
again.  The man hit you, and last night my partner and I debated taking what we saw to
ownership and having him formally reprimanded, if not fired.
Wes grabbed Rhone's forearms in a crushing hold.  Please don't do that. Thank you for
stepping in, but Jared just surprised me; that's all. I was stunned into silence for a moment, and
that's what you and your friend saw. He glanced away, and Rhone watched his throat move in a
visible swallow before he finally made eye contact again.  I wouldn't have let him hit me a
second time.
Rhone studied Wes and put him at about twenty years of age. He ignored Wes's size and
frame, which nearly equaled his own; he looked past the professional appearance that didn't have
a stitch or hem out of place and into unique blue eyes that didn't dart or waver under Rhone's
scrutinizing stare. Everything physical about the man matched the strong tone of Wes's voice
today, but Rhone couldn't shake the difference between this person and the frightened man of
yesterday afternoon.
I don't know if I believe him.
 Sir? Wes prompted, pulling Rhone's attention back to the conversation.
 I hope that's true, Rhone finally said.  I hope you will push back if Jared bothers you
again.
 I will. I promise. Wes looked right into Rhone's eyes, and he sounded a little out of
breath.  Thank you. His palms slowly slid down Rhone's forearms to his hands and curled
around the backs.  If you ever need anything while you're here, come find me, and I'll make sure
you get it. The man's thumbs started brushing back and forth over the pulse points in Rhone's
wrists, shocking Rhone into stillness for a moment.
Fingers started to thread into the backs of Rhone's, and Rhone yanked his hands away.
 Adam and I will keep that in mind, Rhone answered, his tone curt.  Thank you for
these. He maneuvered the envelope out of Wes's hand.  If you'll excuse me, I have breakfast
waiting for me.
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 Right. Wes clasped his hands behind his back, and his face bloomed with color.  I have
to get to work myself. He pointed in the direction of the employee elevator and took fast strides
away.  Bye. His voice echoed with softness back to Rhone.
Disturbed, Rhone scooped the paper off the floor, shut the door, and rejoined Adam in the
kitchen.
 Who was that? Adam asked. He had plates of food ready and waiting on the bar.  I heard
voices.
 Wes was outside our door just now. Rhone tossed the newspaper onto the kitchen
counter.  He was giving us these  he held out the envelope  courtesy of the hotel, as an
apology for what we witnessed yesterday.
Adam accepted the envelope with the vouchers.  Okay. He pulled one piece of paper out
of the envelope and looked down at it quickly.  This one is for the fancier restaurant in the hotel.
I suppose that's nice.
 Babe&  Rhone hesitated, uncertain, but he never lied or kept secrets from Adam. He
lifted his gaze to the question in his partner's eyes.  I think Wes just put a move on me.
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Adam's jaw dropped.
He pushed it closed himself and cocked his head at a befuddled-looking Rhone.  What do
you mean, Wes put a move on you? Rhone remained standing in place, so Adam eased him into
one of the chairs at the bar, took the other one himself, and swiveled Rhone to face him.  Are
you saying he hit on you?
Pursing his lips, Rhone looked to be in an absolute state of shock. Almost sweetly so. He
picked up on women flirting with him and many did, to Adam's great frustration but men
hitting on him still tended to go right over his head.
 I'm not sure, but I think so, Rhone finally answered.  Here's what he did.
Rhone went through the entire conversation that had taken place between himself and Wes,
and he used his hands, explaining that he was acting as Wes, and Adam was Rhone.
The webbing of Adam's fingers tingled with life under Rhone's intimate caress.  Okay,
well, that's definitely sending out a signal. He rubbed his skin and tried to dissipate the
unpleasant thought of someone else's doing that to Rhone.  Wes was deliberately touching you,
and not in an innocuous way.
 Why would he do that? Rhone asked. He picked up his fork and took a huge bite of his
omelet but kept his chair shifted to face Adam.  He's seen us together twice now. It's blatantly
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