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rush of disappointment at the promise, Trevor grunted skeptically. “No more singing either.”
    “Now wait a minute!” Pete’s laughing gaze snapped up to Trevor’s. “That probably will happen again. Pick another rule.”
    “Your turn,” Trevor said, tossing the rule ball to Pete so he could think.
    “Okay.” There was a small hesitation before Pete continued, “Physical contact.”
    “What about it?” His stomach flipped.
    “I don’t know,” Pete said, shooting him an exasperated glance. “If we should have it—in public, I guess. If so, what’s okay and what isn’t. That sort of thing.”
    Trevor knew he was scowling but couldn’t help himself. This was insanely awkward. “We can’t not touch,” he growled. “That’d look suspicious. I mean, we’re supposed to be a couple here.”
    “True,” Pete agreed, looking just as uncomfortable as Trevor felt. “So what’s the limit?”
    “In the diner,” Trevor managed to say despite the flush creeping up his cheeks, “we were holding hands and neither of us freaked, so that’s okay.”
    “Okay, good.” Pete nodded. “So holding hands is acceptable. What about, uh…”
    His voice trailed off in a mumble.
    “What was that?” Trevor mocked him, cupping a hand behind his ear. “Did you say blowjobs?”
    Pete jerked as if he’d been punched. When their eyes met, his blazed with such heat Trevor started. He’d expected laughter or even outrage, but this looked like…desire. A suspicion flared to life in his mind.
    Recovering quickly, Pete shook his head. “Kissing,” he clarified. “I said kissing.”
    Emboldened by what he’d just seen in Pete’s eyes, Trevor stepped closer. “I’m good with kissing,” he murmured, staring at Pete’s mouth.
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    Pete cleared his throat. “Kissing but no dancing,” he mocked hoarsely. “You’re not very consistent.”
    “Mmm.” Trevor made the sound in his throat as he leaned closer, locked in on the hard line of Pete’s mouth.
    Pete’s eyes flicked up and then back to Trevor’s face, a comprehending smile starting. “Putting on a show for the deli guy?” he asked in a low voice. What? What does the deli guy have to do with any of this? Then Trevor stopped thinking, since Pete had caught him by the arms and turned him a half-circle, shoving him back against the shelves. For a second, he wondered if this was a repeat of what had happened on the porch earlier and Pete was about to lecture him for teasing. Instead, with the shelves etching horizontal lines into Trevor’s back, Pete leaned in and pressed his mouth to Trevor’s. It was a hard kiss, Pete’s lips unyielding and merciless. Something shifted in Trevor and he melted, turning pliable in the other man’s hold.
    Too soon, Pete pulled back. The two men stared at each other, startled. Pete inhaled, as if he was about to say something. A stranger’s voice interrupted.
    “Excuse me,” she snapped, her voice chilly. They both jumped and Pete released his hold, stepping over to the cart and shifting it over to allow the woman through.
    “Disgusting,” she muttered when she was barely within earshot. Stiffening, Trevor moved to go after her but Pete caught his arm. His grip was light but just the touch held Trevor still. A little annoyed he was so easy to control, so willing to be controlled, Trevor shook off the hand holding his arm.
    “Guess we can’t expect everyone in Honeysuckle to be like Cindy,” Pete said under his breath, smiling wryly at Trevor. “ Hoped they’d be but I guess not.”
    Trevor couldn’t smile back. It appeared Pete was completely unmoved by the kiss. As he’d said, it’d just been a show for the deli guy. The heat that had lit Pete’s eyes a short while ago, the heat that had given him hope, had been an illusion, an invention of Trevor’s love-hungry mind.
    “You okay?” Pete asked.
    Shrugging, Trevor grabbed the grocery cart and began pushing it down the aisle.
    “Why wouldn’t I