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He was not at all what I was expecting. Swallowing, I said, “You’re Max?”

His eyes narrowed a bit, and Wes turned a little wary. Even though he wasn’t looking at him, Max seemed to pick up on that slight change in the man in his arms, and his face pinched more.

Unease slid down my spine. He was intense… unapproving.

When his gaze shifted to Wes, it changed, turning softer somehow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I could tell he didn’t believe him and was about to call him out, but Wes spoke first. “This is Lars. Win’s roommate from Sweden. He’s Elite now.”

Max’s eyes shifted back to me. “Win just told me you were in town.”

The scrutiny I was under no longer mattered. “You know about me?” I said, hope lighting up the thought that maybe Win had told someone about me after all.

“Win’s here?” Wes asked him.

Max pushed his fingers into Wes’s hair again. “He’s working out downstairs.” Leaning down, he kissed him again before pulling back and closing the distance between us.

I watched him warily, wondering if he was trying to intimidate me or if he was just naturally like this.

He stuck his hand out between us. “Nice to meet you. I’m Win’s brother.”

I hesitated for a second, then shook the offered hand. He just wasn’t at all what I was expecting.

“You and Wes are together?” The words just fell right out.

Wes sucked in a quiet breath. The awkwardness I sometimes felt from him suddenly made sense.

Max’s mouth thinned, and he moved so he was blocking Wes from sight with his under-clothed body. “You got a problem with that?”

“Ah, no.” I managed.

Wes appeared at his side. “Win didn’t tell him about us.”

Surprise widened Max’s eyes, and he looked at me.

I shook my head. “Win didn’t tell me anything.”

“I thought you guys were friends,” Jamie quipped.

My heart pinched. I thought we were too. If not friends…something. But apparently, I was nothing. A warm body and a means to survive in a foreign country.

You know that’s not true.

But that was just it. I didn’t know. Ifeltit. I let my feelings influence what I “knew.” Turned out I was the only one with feelings.

This is why you listen to your head and not your heart.

But your heart hears things your ears cannot.

Don’t be stupid, Lars.

Max shifted, and I flinched. He frowned. “You okay?”

The subconscious action embarrassed me so much that it took a minute for me to find my voice. “Ah, yeah, of course. Sorry, I started spacing out there. I’ve only had like two coffees today, and I’ve usually had four or five by now.”

“He drinks as much coffee as you eat, Jamie,” Kruger quipped.

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