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that mean? Keaton glanced down the man’s body. Oh, he had a hard-on too. Keaton’s heart began to pound at the sight.
    “Why don’t you go ahead and change so we can talk.”
    Keaton’s gaze shot back to his face. He nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at getting caught checking the man out. Yeah, change…good idea. It’d probably stop his head from hurting too. But how in the heck was he going to hide his erection from this gorgeous man?
    Keaton shifted, managing to keep his bottom half covered by the blanket. Fully human again, he sat up, prick still hard as stone, stomach still in knots and heart still pounding. He looked up at the man and suddenly it hit him. “Ohmigod. You’re my mate.”

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    My God, was right. Little Bit was absolutely the prettiest man Chay had ever seen. Although to call him a man might have been stretching it a bit. He looked legal, but barely. And it wasn’t only his slim build that gave the impression of youth. His features were lovely. His nose was narrow and straight, slightly upturned at the end. Chay had never understood what the term peaches–and-cream complexion meant, until now. Little Bit had flawless skin. His short platinum locks lay in waves where it wasn’t matted with blood.
    Chay squatted next to his mate and pulled the gauze away from the sunny-colored hair, knocking a hank of it down to obscure huge sky blue eyes. The wound had healed completely, not even a scar on the pale skin.
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    He peered up at Chay in astonishment and pushed the hair back with a slim, elegant hand. “What’s your name?”
    Chay grinned at the thick southern accent. “Chay…Chayton Winston.
    What’s yours, Little Bit?”
    A light brown eyebrow arched. “I assure you it isn’t Little Bit.”
    Oh ho. Little Bit had teeth.
    Chay raised a brow of his own.
    Bit blushed and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I just get tired of all the cracks about my age and size. I guess I’m a little sensitive about it. My name is Keaton.” He held out his hand. When Chay shook it, he added,
    “Dr. Keaton Reynolds.”
    Chay’s mouth dropped open. “How old are you?”
    Keaton sighed. “Twenty-five. And before you ask, I’ve a PhD in history.”
    Wow. Very impressive. Apparently his mate was a really smart man and much older than he looked. Chay grinned and sat on the floor. “You obviously aren’t from here. What brings you to New Mexico?”
    “Work. I teach Ancient Civ. at NMSU.” Keaton smiled and slid on the wood floor to get closer. “What about you? What do you do?”
    “I’m a vet.”
    “Yeah? Thanks for rescuing me Dr. Winston.”
    “I didn’t. The game warden did. Shot you with a tranquilizer dart and brought you to my clinic. I only cleaned your wound.”
    Keaton moved, practically scooting into Chay’s lap. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    Chay stared, hypnotized by the smattering of freckles he’d just noticed across the bridge of Little Bit’s nose. “You’re very welcome.”
    Keaton’s breath fanned over his face but Chay didn’t move back. Who would have thought freckles could be sexy?
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    The younger man blinked. He had eyelashes any woman would kill for, long and curled at the ends. Up close, his beauty became more apparent. Keaton leaned in, pressing his lips against Chay’s.
    Chay pressed back without thought.
    Bit’s lips felt warm, right. His tongue teased Chay’s lips, seeking entrance. Kissing him didn’t feel any different than kissing a woman.
    Chay pulled back. “Uh, I’m not gay.”
    Keaton looked like someone slapped him. He blinked several times and turned away, sinking back onto his heels. “I’m sorry. I thought…
    Never mind.” He gathered the blanket around his waist as he stood. “Do you have some clothes I can borrow? And a phone? I’ll call someone to come get me. I’ll, uh, get out of your hair.” He sounded unsure of himself, embarrassed.
    Chay felt like a real ass. “Look, I’m the one who’s sorry. You don’t have to go, but I’ll find you something to wear, okay?” He got up and went to his room.
    Keaton followed him. “Listen, Chay. I think it’s probably best if I just go. I can call a taxi to come get me.”
    Chay snagged a pair of black sweatpants off a hanger and pulled out a T-shirt. When he turned, Keaton was standing in the middle of the bedroom with the blanket clutched around him, seeming for all the world like a kicked