Amelia smiled gratefully, appearing relieved.“Thanks.”She opened her freezer and pulled out an ice-cube tray.“I’ll definitely be keeping the door locked and chained until my brother gets here.”

“You hurtin’?”Link asked, moving toward her.As he passed Ezra, he glanced at him, and Ezra was sure the guy was checking him out.

Then Link’s question to Amelia registered, and Ezra snapped his attention to his next-door neighbor.She was wrapping several pieces of ice in a hand towel.

Damn.Shoulda thought of that.

Her father’s hold had looked awfully tight, after all.

“Just a little,” Amelia admitted, grimacing ruefully.“Gonna bruise from his grip.”

“Your arm’s red,” Link pointed out.“Let me get a picture.”He pulled out his phone.“And have Rigel or Tucker take more pictures if it does bruise.”

Even as Amelia asked, “Why?”she still allowed Link to lift her arm and position it just so.Then the man took several pictures of her arm.

After that, Link picked up the modified ice pack and slid it onto her arm.“Because we’re gonna need these to get a restraining order against your father,” he explained, his black brows furrowing as he eyed her.“Especially if he does come after your baby.”

Amelia sighed deeply, worry creasing her features.“I don’t even know how he found out I’m pregnant.”Shaking her head, she muttered, “I sure didn’t tell him.”

“You’re pregnant?”Ezra couldn’t hold in his question, moving toward the pair.He glanced between them, and even as his stomach tightened, he focused on Link and blurted, “Are you the father?”

Link’s black brows shot up, his deep brown eyes rounding.

Shock, right there.

Amelia barked a laugh even as she shook her head.“Nope.”Waggling her brows in Link’s direction, she patted the big man’s chest, clearly amused.“Never met Link before, remember?”

“Oh, right.”Ezra nodded, feeling his cheeks heat.He definitely wasnotfeeling a bit of jealousy ease from his gut.No way.Clearing his throat, he rubbed the back of his neck.“Well, I guess I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Not before this,” Link muttered, striding toward him.

Seeing the big man reach for him, Ezra took a step backward on instinct.

“Relax, handsome,” Link murmured, his voice low and soothing.“Never would hurt ya.”

Then, to Ezra’s surprise, Link wrapped his big hand around the nape of his neck.He placed his other hand on his waist, holding him in place.

Ezra stared wide-eyed as Link dipped his head.The feel of the large man’s lips against his own sent a bolt of shock through him.Gasping, Ezra felt his brain spin.

Link seemed to take that as an invitation, and Ezra immediately found himself with a mouthful of the other man’s tongue.He almost pulled away on principle.Except, then Link’s flavor burst across his taste buds—masculine, earthy, and with a hint of something else...something sweet, which was totally unexpected.

It shouldn’t have worked, but it did.

Oh damn, he tastes amazing.

As the hairs on Ezra’s nape stood on end, his blood fired through his veins.He couldn’t resist grabbing onto Link’s shirt, tipping his head to the side, and kissing the man back.Ezra met him lick for lick, their tongues tangling and exploring each other.His blood flowed south, and he grunted as his dick filled faster than he’d ever before experienced.The desire to press closer, to find pressure for his aching erection, surged through him.

The sound of a soft snicker broke through the unexpected flash-fire of his lust.

While Ezra would’ve jerked away—he’d never been one for public displays—Link’s tight grip on his nape wouldn’t let him.The big man slowly eased the kiss to an end, the soft hairs of his beard teasing at Ezra’s chin and lips.

Huh.That feels interesting.

While Ezra had accepted his bisexuality while in high school, he’d never kissed a guy with a beard.

Hell, he could count on one hand the number of men he’d actually kissed.Tricks didn’t require it, and most normally didn’t expect it.

To Ezra, kissing was an intimacy reserved for...someone who would be more.