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in this position? For some reason, at the moment, it didn't matter. He was intrigued enough to follow. That hadn't happened often of late.
    There was something different about him. Very different. And yet, in some way vaguely familiar. He was more sophisticated than Sinn's usual sort. And yet, more down to earth. The usual guys he picked up tended to be hangers-on and groupies who followed the band. This guy was not that sort at all. In fact, he seemed really out of place in a nightclub like this, in the middle of Seattle. He belonged...outside...the rugged, cowboy sort. Yet more together than the ones Sinn had grown up with in eastern Montana.
    This guy really was bigger than life.
    Sinn's inner turmoil drifted away as he watched the younger man step onto the edge of the dance floor, stand, and wait for Sinn to join him as though he didn't have another care in the world. And in fact, he looked slightly remote. Sinn was definitely intrigued. He'd never been in quite this situation before. There was that danger element to it that he found irresistible.
    It was very late, near closing time, and the music changed to something slow and sensual. Sinn didn't do slow–he never slow danced. He never turned the volume down on his life–not once since he left eastern Montana. He kept the volume loud because it drowned out the past. He'd only notched it higher after his time in L.A. For him it was about survival.
    The young man held out his hand. Long arms, big hands, thick fingers. He held his hand low just about his ass, an invitation to Sinn. Both the hand and the ass.
    This was the moment–Sinn could either walk away or join the intriguing stranger on the dance floor. Something told Sinn he might be young, but he was definitely not inexperienced. He took a deep breath and then strode around in front of the younger man, ignoring his hand.
    "Do you know who I am?" he asked belligerently.
    The younger man just stared at him silently, waiting. It was a heavy hooded look; it was an intensely sexual look. It made Sinn's blood burn. The intentions, or lack of it perhaps made Sinn feel uncomfortable, ill-at-ease. He wanted this man to notice him, to want Sinn. As badly as Sinn wanted him. And strangely he had never wanted a man to want him more. He tried to shake himself free of the enthrallment, for that's the only word he could attach to his current state of mind.
    He drew himself up. "I'm Sinn Midnite." He jammed his thumb into his chest. "Lead guitarist for Medusa's Thorn. We're one of the hottest rock bands in this city right now. Who the hell do you think you are treating me like a lap dog? I'm nobody's dog. Boy ."
    It should have worked. That power struggle, he felt it like an undertow, dragging at him. The balance should have shifted. Well, it had shifted all right, but not in quite the way Sinn had anticipated. The younger man's oddly powerful aura swelled stronger, instead of diminishing. Sinn felt the man sucking his energy, reeling him in like a hooked fish. Quite the experienced fisherman. Too experienced.
    The man reached out and took his time in untying the long leather thong from around Sinn's right bicep. He drew it off, tangled it around both his big sun-browned fists. Then he glanced at Sinn. A lazy, languorous look.
    "My name is Will. I'm not looking for a daddy tonight."
    Sinn's voice stuck in his throat. He watched as Will played with the thong, wrapping and tugging it tighter and tighter. Sinn's cock surged, he got so hard thinking about that thong, the man, and curiosity as to what he meant to do with the leather.
    Sinn licked his lips. "What are you looking for?" he asked. But something told him he already knew. This wasn't just any young man lounging around a bar, trolling for a good lay. This man was a skilled hunter, more so a hunter than Sinn had ever been or ever would be. And Sinn was trapped in his sights. This was a man he had to know about or he'd never forgive himself, and his memory and the