Free What Chris Wants by Lori Foster Page A

little angel, and why not? God, that little girl was about the most precious thing ever. Until he’d held her in his arms, Chris hadn’t even known that he liked kids.
    Footsteps sounded on the dock overhead. Completely hidden beneath, Chris cracked open one eye, but held silent. Nothing. Maybe whoever it was had decided not to intrude.
    He closed his eye again and heard a bigger splash, one of the human variety. A second later, Matt Houser emerged next to him.
    Shit.
    Allowing his body to straighten, Chris gave up his peaceful floating and planted his feet on the muddy bottom of the lake. “When did you get here?”
    “A few minutes ago.” And then in defiance: “Priss invited me.”
    Yeah, Matt and Priss had bonded from the get-go. Because she had no other family, Matt had even stood up with her at her wedding to Trace.
    It had been kind of hilarious how Trace had reacted to their fast friendship. Never mind that Matt was gay; any man who got too close to her earned Trace’s scrutiny. Well, before they were married, anyway. Now Trace still kept a very watchful eye on her, but he acted less like a caveman.
    Matt waited, probably hoping that Chris would explain why he hadn’t been the one to invite him. Instead he asked, “Where is Priss?”
    “Up at the house.”
    Few people knew of Dare’s house, much less set foot on his property. It required an invitation, and admission past the high-tech security system.
    Trust was not an easy commodity among the men. And yet…they trusted Matt.
    Because Chris trusted him.
    Matt’s pale-blond hair stood up in spikes atop his head. Repeated trips to the lake had left his muscular shoulders tanned. A small silver earring glinted in his ear.
    It took a little effort, but Chris looked away. “If you came to see her—”
    “You know I came to see you.” With hardly a ripple in the water, Matt drifted closer. “Because she’s a friend, I asked Priss if you were seeing anyone else.”
    That had to be a joke. “You gossiped about me?”
    Matt ignored his ire. “She said you aren’t.”
    “Hate to break it to you, but Priss isn’t privy to my social calendar.”
    Uneasy, Matt looked around, waiting, listening. Voices carried on the lake, but the drone of conversation up the hill continued uninterrupted, ensuring that no one listened to them.
    Chris used both hands to splash his face with the cold water, but it didn’t help him get it together. Matt’s nearness left him hot and antsy. His persistence was…flattering. Damn it.
    In a much quieter tone, Matt asked, “So you are?”
    “No.” Unwilling to say more, Chris swam away, going to the end of the dock.
    Before he could swim out into the open, Matt caught his arm. “Do you want me to leave?”
    Yes. No. Fuck. Summoning up his usual, cavalier tone, Chris said, “Stay if you want.”
    “I’m asking what you want.”
    Keeping his back to Matt, Chris stared out at the smooth surface of the lake. This was his home. A part of him. But he understood the parameters of belonging here.
    He avoided a direct answer. “I like my life here.”
    “Being Dare’s errand boy?”
    Even knowing that it was hurt more than disdain that put the sneer in Matt’s tone, Chris’s temper spiked. He rounded on Matt. “That’s what you think?”
    Matt didn’t back down; he closed the small distance between them. “That you’ve built your life around Dare? It’s obvious, isn’t it? Caring for his dogs, living on his property in a house he gave to you.”
    “The house is part of my pay.” A perk, for being so indispensable. And given the extent of Chris’s duties, he’d more than earned it.
    The comfortable home suited him perfectly. He was close when sudden business took Dare out of town, but he had his own measure of privacy. And the dogs…damn it, he loved them like they were his own.
    Only…they weren’t his. He ran a hand through his wet hair.
    Matt touched his shoulder. “You could have more.” Unspoken, but loud and