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sold out by then."
    Dan cut him a generous piece of pie and passed it over on a fancy little china plate. "We use these for tastings on wedding cakes. Which would be a special order, and why I'm sometimes in here at all hours doing extra baking."
    Jack wasn't sure which smelled better--Dan or his pie. "Keeps you in business, I guess. Thanks."
    "It does." Dan cut himself a piece and sat next to Jack. "Go on and eat it--it's almost as good as a blowjob."
    One of his eyebrows arched so high his cheek ached. "Now, that would have to be a miraculous piece of pie." Because even a bad blowjob was better than pie.
    "I tell you what. We'll compare. Eat the pie and then I'll give you a blowjob." Dan's color was high, but his gaze didn't waver.
    Jack's fork clattered onto the table. Wait? What?
    Dan licked his lips. "Marco told me Chris wasn't a girl, so I know you swing both ways." The longer he didn't say anything, the less sure Dan looked, though.
    "No. No, not anymore. Now I only swing one way." He couldn't stop looking at those lips.
    "I've only ever swung one way. So, eat my pie and fuck my lips and tell me that Dan doesn't have the best pie and blowjobs you've ever had."
    "Am I awake?" Jack took a bite of pie.
    Dan blinked at him. "I offer you two feel-good things and you need me to pinch you to make sure you're awake? You need some happy in your life, man."
    "No shit on that." God, that was good pie--crunchy and rich and sweet.
    Dan gave him a knowing smile. "You like my pie."
    "It's not bad." He took another bite. "It's no blowjob, but it's not bad."
    "Patience, man. I need to wet my whistle before I make you pop yours."
    One of Jack's eyebrows went up. "If you need to get drunk to go down on me, dude, don't stress it. I'm not into pity fucks, no matter what Marco thinks." He was hard up, but not that hard up.
    "What? I'm not drunk, man, or getting that way. You're a sexy fucker and I've been wanting a piece of you since before I knew you were available."
    "I meant..." He blushed, sighed. "Christ. Maybe this is a stupid idea."
    Dan laughed. "Relax, man. We've got all night, huh? We can find a game on the idiot box and see what comes up."
    He stared at Dan, then cracked up. Damn, that was clever.
    The man grinned at him. "See? We're already more in the mood."
    Jack relaxed. "So, I assume you're out of the closet?" God knew he was. With a vengeance.
    "Shit yes. I'm not fond of the dark."
    "Me either." He offered Dan another smile. "If this creepy fucker named Chris Popper comes on to you, run."
    Dan snorted. "Yeah, I hear he has a gun and steals all your shit."
    "Yeah. He's a cop." He sighed. "It burns a little, man. I swear."
    "Can't you bring him up on charges or something? Sue him for your stuff? I don't know, something?"
    "Right. Hey, judge. My fuck buddy--my queer fudgepacking cop fuck buddy--has my stuff. Help me?" He'd end up clientless and in fucking jail.
    "So let's go get your shit."
    He blinked over. "What?"
    "If he just took it, we'll just take it back. It's yours, right?"
    "Fuck, yeah." He looked at Dan, impressed. It wasn't every day you met a guy who offered to blow you, give your daughter a place to sleep, and steal your shit back from your ex. Your penal-type ex.
    "We'll need something bigger than that sweet little Mustang of yours."
    "I can't help you there." The crazy fucker was serious.
    "I've got a van I use for deliveries. You tell me when and where and I'll meet you there."
    "You're serious?" He reached out before he thought about it, almost touched Dan's hand.
    "You want your stuff, right? Of course I'm serious."
    "He's on duty tonight. How's now work for you?"
    Dan blinked and then nodded. He stood. "The van's in the lot up the road. I only need it for big weddings and shit."
    "Let's go. Hell, we pull this off, I owe you the blowjob."
    "You're on." Dan laughed and led him back out, locking the door behind them before walking toward the other end of the alley to where they'd come in.
    They were going to do