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leaving Mac’s apartment made way for sparks of heat. This didn’t happen to him, not like this. Sure he’d ogled plenty of handsome men, some had been downright fuckable, but never had a reaction been so strong to a simple stranger on the street. He was well and truly in lust.
    A smile curled the man’s full mouth, and he looked over his shoulder. Leo’s attention was drawn beyond the man as someone seemingly slipped in the snow. The man’s smile widened as a second person fell on their ass behind him, then a third. Others stopped to help the fallen people, but all the man did was simply glance at Leo as he passed him. Intrigued, Leo stepped out. What happened next was a blur as his feet slipped from under him and he fell forward. His head hit the ground and all he remembered thinking was how shitty his day was turning out.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “Hey, are you okay?”
    Leo cradled his head and leaned back. He wasn’t sure how, but he was sitting on the cold ground with the building behind him. Blinking, he tried to focus, but all he saw was white blotted with blue.
    “What happened?” he said. He rubbed his eyes, then touched his forehead. He hissed as he caught an open cut on his brow.
    “You hit your head,” someone told him.
    Leo blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He looked up, surprised to see the gorgeous dark-haired man from before. The man was even more amazing up-close, edged by the soft clouding of Leo’s gaze. Leo looked into the man’s bright blue eyes. Wow, so blue, so very gorgeous.
    “I’m so concussed.”
    The guy raised one of his neat, dark eyebrows, and Leo got embarrassed. He’d never meant to say that out loud. Oh God, did I say anything else?
    “Do you want me to call somebody for you? Family? A friend?” There was a flash of concern in the man’s eyes.
    Leo shook his head and quickly regretted it as he suffered a burst of dizziness. “I have to get back to work,” he said. He patted each of his pockets until he found a tissue. He briefly pressed the tissue to his head, then looked at it. “Okay, so that’s quite a lot of blood.” He felt a little faint. He’d never really been all that good around blood.
    The man leaned a little closer and took the tissue from Leo, covering the wound again. “Head wounds do bleed a lot. They’re often not as bad as they look.” He wiped at Leo’s head, causing him to let out a muted gasp. “Doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches, and I can’t see any skull or brain.” He grinned. “Keep pressure on it for ten, fifteen minutes.”
    “Are you a doctor?” Leo asked.
    The man smiled. “No.”
    Leo gave a slow nod. His hero seemed a little too comfortable around blood. He considered asking what line of work the man was in, but was distracted by a twinge of pain. Uncomfortably, he shifted on the ground. His ass was wet and cold, though he seemed to be sitting on something. He curled his fingers around the edge of the material and then looked back at the man who was wearing a blue shirt and nothing else.
    “Your coat,” Leo stated. The man’s coat was soaked through. “You must be freezing.”
    “I’m fine,” the man said and stood up. He folded his arms across his chest for effect, but he didn’t really look all that cold apart from the glistening white snowflakes that had settled in his dark hair. “So, do you want me to call somebody?”
    Leo held the tissue to his head. His first thought was Mac, but he quickly realized that would be a stupid mistake. Mac would think Leo needed him. Maybe his mom. He had a flash of incense sticks and mint and cucumber smoothies. She’d have him chiming bells and performing yoga to vent the negative energy when she heard about Mac.
    “I’ll be okay,” he decided. He just needed to get back to the office and he’d be fine. “Thank you…” He looked up at the man.
    “Jack.”
    “Thank you, Jack,” Leo said and smiled. “I’m Leo.”
    Jack held out his hand. “Can you stand,