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and Chance was what Seth needed. He nodded, gazing up into Chance’s eyes. “We can go. You’ll have to check what’s playing and the time.” Seth didn’t own a computer or one of those fancy cell phones that had Internet. Hell, he could barely afford the house phone.
The insurance money from the fire that claimed Oscar’s parents paid Oscar’s medical bills and his physical therapy, and that was about it. The policy hadn’t been much, but Seth hadn’t come here looking to get rich off of his nephew or his deceased sister.
Seth was pulled from thought when Chance lifted his heavy hand, scars littering his thick knuckles, proving that he worked hard. He brushed the side of Seth’s face, a flourishing smile playing across his lips. “You’ll let me know when we can take this a step further, right?”
Seth blinked a few times, trying to clear his head of the magic Chance seemed to be spinning around him. He felt himself nodding as he swallowed around the heartbeat in his throat.
“Good.” Chance ran the tips of his fingers over Seth’s lips, a deep longing in his eyes. Seth glanced away and took a step back.
“Check the movies while I get Oscar ready.” Because if he stayed in this room any longer, Seth wasn’t sure his plan of just staying friends was going to hold firm.
Chapter Two
    Chance walked out onto the porch, inhaling the fresh morning air. He stretched, his arms arching back as his chest pushed out. His joints made a popping sound as Chance finally exhaled. He took a sip of his coffee as he watched Abe following behind Riley.
    Chance’s father ran a ranch, but his pa decided to open their home up to the less fortunate people needing help getting back on their feet or running from an abuser.
    Abe was fey. The guy was nice, polite, and a bit strange in Chance’s opinion.
Abe had helped Chance’s other pa, Luke, find Cole when the little tyke had been kidnapped by the fey leader. Cole was Luke’s son, Chance’s brother. The kid was adorable and had wrapped all the Lakeland men around his tiny little finger. There wasn’t anything Chance wouldn’t do for either Cole or Luke.
They were a great addition to his family.
Shanta, the leader of the fey, was one evil bastard. He had tried to profit from Cole’s blood when he had discovered that Cole’s blood was the cure to the lethal paranormal drug Liquid Wrath.
It still set Chance’s teeth on edge to think of how Shanta had wanted to set Cole up like a blood factory and use the babe’s blood to sell to the highest bidder.
But Abe had helped them find not only Cole, but Shanta had taken Curtis as well, Chauncey’s mate.
That had been the wrong move.
Chauncey was Chance’s twin, and his best friend. Not because they were twins, but because they loved getting into trouble together. But since Chauncey had mated, he had his damn balls snipped. The man never really got into trouble anymore. Chance knew his days of getting into trouble were over as well. He had a mate and a son…nephew to look after now. Responsibility made the biggest kid grow up in a heartbeat.
And Chance had been the biggest kid around here, aside from Chauncey. His twin beat him hands down. He was going to miss their hell-raising days, but Chance was looking forward to stepping into his mate and father role. That was if Seth ever let Chance make it to first base.
What exactly was first base anyway?
“You gonna work sometime today or gaze off into la-la land all day?” his pa asked as he walked out onto the porch.
Malcolm Lakeland was the largest man Chance had ever seen. And that was a lot coming from him. But his pa’s sheer size wasn’t what made the man. It was his kindness, his acceptance. His pa had the biggest heart of any man Chance knew, and Chance had nothing but respect and admiration for him—although the guy really did scare the shit out of Chance when he screwed up.
“Just enjoying my coffee before I start,” Chance said as he took another sip of the black