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guy that never left home, Caleb had the lean build of a runner. Logan figured he’d find pale skin rippling with tight muscles under the clingy T-shirt and sweatpants Caleb wore. He squeezed the base of his shaft once before pulling away and applying soap to his hand. He imagined what it would be like to feel that lean body under his, hot and eager to be stroked. Had it been years since Caleb had been touched? He let his hand slide up and down in a slow and steady rhythm over his cock.
    As the pressure built, Logan started moving his hips, thrusting into his tight grip. Feeling himself about to explode, he leaned forward, resting his head against the cool tile. As his body rushed toward release, he couldn’t help imagining Caleb’s face, his green eyes turned dark with desire. Logan’s breath caught in his throat, and he dropped his other hand to fondle his balls. One touch was all it took. He threw his head back and shot his load against the tiled wall. Knees wobbling, he made a halfhearted attempt to clean off the tile before shutting off the shower.
    As he reached for a towel to dry off, Logan wondered how Caleb would feel if he knew that Logan had just jacked off thinking of him. He cringed. The guy isn’t freaked enough? He’s got to worry about an ex-con wanting to bend him over and fuck him against the countertop? He didn’t know why his libido had suddenly gone into overdrive, but considering Caleb was his boss’s nephew, he needed to get a handle on the feelings.
     
     
    T HE sound of the phone startled Caleb, causing him to spill chamomile tea on the kitchen countertop. With a sigh, he put the kettle back on the stove and snagged a dishcloth from the drawer. He didn’t need to look at the caller ID to know who was calling. Uncle Harrison had been phoning every half hour for the past four hours in an attempt to badger Caleb into talking to him. Why didn’t he tell me he had found a replacement for Marco? Picking up the mug, he cleaned up the spill. Does he expect me to forget to be phobic if I’m surprised? Caleb knew he could answer the phone and ask his uncle directly, but he stubbornly refused to do so.
    After the voice mail kicked in, he picked up the kettle again and filled the mug with the fragrant brew. He needed the soothing properties of the tea to untangle his jangled nerves. Taking a deep swallow, he let his thoughts shift to the new package handler. He didn’t know what to think of Logan other than he was huge and hot. There was something strangely vulnerable about the way Logan had sat with his broad shoulders hunched as his secret spilled from his tongue. Shock had been plain on his face when he admitted to being an alcoholic. The look was quickly replaced with resignation. He expected me to be afraid of him. For some reason, Caleb had felt compelled to show Logan otherwise.
    When the phone began ringing again, Caleb was tempted to disconnect it. But he wasn’t sure if his uncle would follow through on his threat. Uncle Harrison had found a behavioral therapist that was willing to come to the apartment. He said he would show up at the apartment with the therapist in tow if Caleb disabled the phone again. Caleb couldn’t take the risk. What if the therapist declared him unfit? Would they force him to leave his apartment? A tingling shiver raced up Caleb’s arm, chasing away the warmth of the tea. He snatched the phone from the charger and hit the Talk button. “I’m fine.”
    “You’re angry with me. Is that why you refused to answer? I’ve been worried sick.”
    Caleb wanted to ask him why he had called instead of coming over and knocking on the door if he was so concerned. Hell, he had a spare key. He could walk right in. Caleb hadn’t bothered to get the lock changed after the last time his uncle showed up unannounced six months ago. “It would’ve been nice if you had told me Logan was coming today. What if I had been out?”
    “You’re deflecting.”
    Caleb bit down on the