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back over at the oven and narrowed his eyes. “I’ll figure you out. There’s no way you’re besting me.”
    “Talking to yourself, mate?” Tank asked as he walked into the kitchen, sniffing and looking around. “Where are the cookies? I smell them.”
    George grunted as he tossed the sheet up onto the stove. “The Cookie Monster ate them.”
    Tank tilted his head down, lowering one eye as he stared at George. “If you don’t want me to have any, just say so.” George chucked a thumb over his shoulder as he picked his water bottle up and took a drink. “See for yourself. Oscar owns them now.” Tank walked over to the trash can, peering inside. “What did you throw them away for?” he asked like a five-year-old pouting. George grinned as he walked back over to the counter.
    “It’s not like I did it on purpose. This dang oven is possessed. It keeps burning anything I put into it.” Tank looked like he was about to cry as he looked away from the burnt lot. “I’ll get my tools.”
    George quickly threw his hands up, stepping between his mate and the stove. “Whoa, partner. Do you know anything about ovens?” Tank looked at him with his lips twisted to the side of his mouth.
    “What do you think?” he asked before walking out of the kitchen.
    “That we’re all gonna blow up,” George grumbled as he placed more dough on the sheet and then opened the oven, sliding the tray inside.
    “You better not do it again,” he warned as he waggled a finger at the oven. “I’ll replace you with an industrial size microwave if you keep it up.”
    He went about cleaning up his mess as he waited on the next batch of cookies to finish. George still had dinner to cook.
    Thank heavens Cody and Frank had hired Steven as the other cook at the diner. It freed up his time…to cook at home.
    Everyone better be damn glad that George loved cooking, or he would have grabbed Tank eons ago and hightailed it out of there. His life was busy, but George had never been happier. He was living the life he’d always dreamed of with the best damn man in the world.
    “Okay, did you cut the gas off?” Tank asked as he walked into the kitchen reading a piece of paper with his toolbox in his other hand and a tool belt strapped around his waist.
    Damn if his mate wasn’t sexy when he played Mr. Fix-It. George wanted to see Tank in nothing but his tool belt. It was as sexy to him as most people thought firemen were. He’d never get enough of staring at his mate’s sexy ass body.
    When Tank walked toward the stove, George realized what Tank was doing and forgot about his drool fest. “Don’t tell me you printed that off of the Internet.”
    Tank glanced up from the paper he was reading to look at George.
    “What? They have some very handy information on the Internet.” George rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and I remember a roof you and Jason tried to fix. Maverick had to call for someone to come out and fix it after you two fixed it.”
    Tank growled as he set his toolbox down on the floor in front of the oven. “Fixing a roof isn’t as easy as it looks.”
    “Neither is messing with a stove. Ask Maverick to have someone come out and look at it,” George said as he placed his body between Tank and the oven, spreading his arms out to stop his mate from blowing everyone up.
    “It’s not that hard, now move.”
    “Nuh-uh. I still have cookies baking in there.”
    “Move, George.”
    “Not on your life, big fella.”
    Tank sighed. “Fine, let me know when the cookies are done.” Yeah, right. George wasn’t born yesterday. He wasn’t telling Tank a damn thing. He was going to find Maverick and tell him to get a real repairman out here. “Fine.”
    George grinned down at Tank. “While you’re down there.” He wiggled his brows as he stared down at Tank’s deep brown eyes.
    Tank chuckled as he stood, making George pout. He tossed a finger between his chest and George’s. “We’re not Jason and Nicholas. We’re not doing it