"Can I kiss you, McKenna?" Travis asked as he darted his eyes back and forth over each of their faces. He wanted permission from both of them.

Tag's subtle nod was the first, followed by McKenna's breathless "yes" that followed.

With very little gap between them, Travis leaned in, trapping Tag's hands between his body and McKenna's as he tilted his head, allowing his lips to hover over hers.

"Do you want this show to go on right here? Or do you want to take this somewhere a little more private?" Travis knew this was a monumental step for the couple. And being out in the open like this, he expected them both to be a little more daring, but he wasn't interested in them doing this because they thought someone was watching. He wanted them doing this because they wanted to. Less of a chance for any regrets later on.

"Privacy would be nice," McKenna admitted, her labored breaths fluttering against his lips.

Damn, he wanted to kiss her if for nothing else than to ensure his mind didn't start to wander down paths he had no desire to travel. He just wondered if he was going to have to keep his eyes open so he didn't try to imagine that the lips he was going to kiss belonged to a little caramel haired goddess who had the ability to level him flat with just a smile.

"Lead the way," Travis told her and committed himself to what would happen next. No matter what that might be.

At least for the next hour, he wouldn't need to think.

Chapter Four.

Gage wasn't quite sure what the hell he was doing. He'd somehow managed to evade everything pertinent in his life for the last few days and yet here he was, waltzing into Club Destiny like his life wasn't upside down and sideways. It was Tuesday, and he was looking for a way to numb his mind for a little while. At this point, he didn't even care how he managed to do that, so the club seemed like the perfect answer.

It also gave him a chance to be someone that he wasn't for a little while. Here, in this place, he wasn't Gage Matthews. No, here he was Chance Reed and that little bit of anonymity was exactly what he needed. In his humble opinion, Chance wasn't nearly as big of an asshole as Gage was.

He laughed out loud, ignoring the people who looked at him sideways. Yes, if they thought laughing out loud at yourself was awkward, what would they think if they found out he was referring to himself as two different people?

Dropping onto an empty stool at the bar, he waited for the bartender to make her way around to him. When she did, he ordered a double scotch on the rocks and waited patiently. Keeping his head down, Gage wasn't interested in seeing what was playing out around him. Between the music and the laughter, he knew it wasn't anything that would interest him in the least. He couldn't even bring himself to smile, much less laugh these days.

He had royally fucked up, and now he was paying the price. Kaleb was more than pissed at him, and he couldn't say he blamed the guy. The woman he'd been courting for the last couple of months wouldn't even answer the phone when he called. And then there was Travis, and quite frankly, Gage didn't even allow himself to think about him. Nothing good was going to come out of it if he did.

The satisfaction of seeing Travis' stunned expression when he laid eyes on Kylie his wife for the last ten years never came to fruition. In fact, the horror of what Gage had done hit him so hard, he'd buried himself in a bottle of Jack that night all alone at the monstrous, empty farmhouse. As soon as he managed to sleep off the hangover from hell on an uncomfortably small couch, Gage had split. For two days, he drove the open road, never having a single destination in mind but somehow he'd ended up here. In Dallas.

When his drink was placed in front of him, Gage mumbled his thanks and wrapped his hands around the cool, clear glass. Without thinking, he quickly downed the liquid, reveling in the burn that lit up his chest and the heat that filled his sinuses. Lifting the empty glass to signal another, he waited patiently for the bartender to return. They played that little game for nearly an hour before Gage realized he was suddenly feeling no pain.

"You going upstairs tonight?"

The question pulled Gage from his drunken stupor, and he looked up to see Kane Steele wavering in front of him, a crisp white towel sliding back and forth across the bar top in front of his face. Wait, maybe Kane wasn't the one moving. It very well could be him, Gage thought to himself.

"What's going on upstairs?" he slurred, not making the connection because the alcohol had seemingly rendered him ignorant. He smiled like a fool as he replayed his words back in his head, moving his tongue around inside of his mouth because it felt strangely numb.

"It's Tuesday."

As though that was supposed to mean something to him, Gage tried to fumble through his booze soaked brain cells to locate the little tidbit of information that might make sense. No such luck.

"Playroom?" Kane said with a grin.

Ahhh. Well, that explained it. Tuesday night.

"I'd much prefer hanging out here with the pretty little bartender," Gage slurred.

There was a growl and Gage turned from side to side to see where it came from. When he looked back at Kane, the man's face barely coming into focus, he realized the sound was coming from him.

Gage tilted his head, studying Kane for a moment. So many things were swimming around in his head, but he finally realized what he'd said. Oh, that's right. The pretty little bartender was Kane's woman. Hmmphh. The man was a little possessive. He might want to get that checked.

"I think you'd be better off upstairs," Kane urged.

"Shit, why not. What the hell do I have to lose?" Gage mumbled and pushed his empty glass toward Kane. "One for the road?"

Kane looked him over as Gage did his best not to sway on his seat. Right. Like that was working.

He had no idea whether he was successful, but something must've convinced Kane because a few seconds later another glass was put in front of him. It took three attempts, but Gage finally managed to retrieve enough cash from his wallet to cover his tab and then some. With a tilt of his head, he grabbed the glass and made his way to the staircase on the far side.

Hmmm, the room was a little lopsided.

The smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol hit his nose at the same time the room tipped some more. Gage stopped, not wanting to spill his drink and grabbed onto the rail of the staircase. Looking up at the doors, he wondered if he'd even be able to enter his code to get in. Shit, he wasn't even sure he'd remember what the damn thing was by the time he got up there.

Not having anything better to do, he figured he'd give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen? He'd take a trip down the stairs? Maybe it would knock some sense into him. Lord knows he needed it.

Ten painfully long minutes later, hell, it could've been an hour, Gage had no idea the steel doors were closing behind him, and he was stumbling down the dimly lit hallway, using the wall to assist. Yup, the world was spinning like a top on steroids. It seemed fitting. Everything else was out of control at this point, why not his ability to maneuver on solid ground.

When he rounded the corner, keeping the hallway from turning sideways by leaning his cheek against the wall, Gage noticed three people heading toward him. From this distance and from the booze fogging his eyes, the only thing he could make out was something long and red, and he was transfixed on the sight.

Moving along the wall, doing his best not to spill what was left of his drink... Ok, no need to worry about the drink, he thought as he downed the rest in one gulp before setting the glass on the floor at his feet.

Fuck. Mistake.

When the hallway turned abruptly, Gage dropped to his knees, his legs suddenly too weak to support him. He only hoped the people down the hall paid him no mind. If he could just make it to...

Shit, where the hell had he been going in the first damn place?

Ok, so maybe he could sit here for a few minutes, let the tilt-a-whirl slow down first. He'd have a better chance of making it back to his feet that way.

"Gage?"

The deep, booming voice was achingly familiar, but Gage couldn't place it. Maybe his dreams. Yes, he'd heard the voice in his dreams.

He glanced up at the form in front of him and smiled. He didn't know why he was smiling, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

"Get up," the voice demanded.

"Yeah, that ain't happenin'," he slurred. Shit, his lips were numb too. If only the rest of him would follow suit, he'd be in business.

A strong hand gripped his bicep and pulled, easily lifting him from the floor. Gage had to work to get his feet under him, but somehow he managed.

"Fuck."

Yeah, Gage was thinking the exact same thing as he tipped sideways, the floor suddenly coming up to high five his face much faster than he anticipated.

Travis managed to catch Gage's dead weight milliseconds before he face planted on the tile floor. Every muscle in his body screamed as he tried to hold him up and then suddenly he had help, the heavy weight lightening considerably.

Tag had come to assist, steadying Gage's lax form and helping Travis maneuver him down the hall. After fishing the keys to his apartment from his pocket, Travis and Tag eased Gage inside before depositing him on the couch.

"Looks like tonight's off, huh?" Tag questioned, but to Travis' surprise the man didn't sound disappointed.

Travis nodded, his eyes glued to the man passed out cold on his couch. He wasn't leaving Gage, so yeah, the night was pretty well shot to hell.

"I'll let McKenna know," Tag said as he was shutting the door behind him.

"Mother fucker. What the hell have you done?" Travis kept his voice low, but part of him wished Gage could hear him and would wake up so they could hash this out the way he'd imagined it.

And he wasn't thinking about pummeling Gage into the ground any longer.

He settled for sitting on the edge of the coffee table and staring at Gage as the man gave himself over to alcohol induced dreams. He didn't envy him. Gage would certainly be hating himself in the morning. Although, Travis was pretty sure, based on how intoxicated Gage was, he'd been battling his own inner demons for a little while and probably wouldn't feel much worse than he had already.

Why Travis sympathized with him, he had no idea.

He should hate Gage for what he did. He wasn't happy, that was a given, but looking at the man now, his body relaxed, his dark eyelashes fanning out over rugged cheekbones, he felt something else. What, he didn't know. It wasn't like he could put names to his emotions considering he'd spent the better part of his adult life running from exactly that same thing.

But, for some reason, despite the hell he'd put himself through for so long, seeing Gage threatened something inside of him. Something he wasn't ready to let go of. The same reaction he'd had to him each time their lips had touched, no matter how briefly.

Travis didn't care that they knew so little about each other, or that Gage seemed compelled to keep himself unavailable by engaging in threesomes with Kaleb and Zoey. There was still a connection there, something that Travis found himself drawn to. He wanted to experiment, to see if what he felt wasn't just a figment of his imagination or a reckless attempt to satisfy the part of himself he felt would never be satisfied.

It wasn't that he wanted to care about anyone, especially a man he had such a prominent physical attraction to, but ever since the first time they kissed in the Walker Demo office, Travis found himself thinking about Gage more and more often. He wondered where he was, what he was doing, who he was doing it with. And ever since Gage pulled Kylie into his life, he wondered whether there was a reason. As though he'd been running from this his whole life, and suddenly he was full circle. Right back where he started from.

Kylie had been the beginning, and now she was front and center in his life once more, although she didn't actually know that yet. Suddenly, all of those thoughts about Kylie and Gage seemed as though they were real. Almost as though the path he'd been on all these years was finally rounding the curve and he was about to find himself knee deep in exactly what he'd spent most of his life searching for.

Was that the plan? Did all of this happen for a reason? Were the three of them supposed to cross paths like this? Shit. Travis did not want to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help but wonder if everything was finally working itself out.

Only he didn't think the two people involved would give a shit about what he wanted one way or the other.

Leaning forward, Travis brushed Gage's hair back from his face gently. It was a move he didn't think himself capable of, but he didn't want to pull back either. "Damn you, Gage," Travis whispered. "What the hell have I got myself into?"

"Travis?" Gage's slurred, barely discernable voice drifted up from the couch, and Travis held his breath. Did he know where he was?

"You said it would happen again," Gage continued to mutter, his words running together but still clear. "You fucking promised."

Yes, it's exactly what he'd told Gage several months before. If he'd had his way, things would've progressed a lot further before now. Only Travis hadn't been able to get in touch with Gage. No matter how hard he tried. Not that Gage would ever believe him. Travis got the impression Gage didn't think highly of him.

Convincing Gage would be harder than he thought. He just wondered whether he had the guts to pursue him.

Full circle. The words echoed in the back of his mind.

Travis closed his eyes, slid the backs of his fingers down Gage's cheek before pulling his hand away and sighing.

Chapter Five.

Kylie placed the lid back on her nail polish as she admired her bright teal blue toenails. Half an hour ago, blue had seemed like the perfect color to help boost her mood. Heaven knew she needed it. Had she given in to the anger and frustration that had been boiling in her blood, she'd have gone with red. Luckily, she was more optimistic than that and was hoping this would liven her spirits.

Optimism. Funny how she was once again forcing herself to ignore the dark, turbulent emotions curling in her chest and rather focusing on what tomorrow would bring. Without a plan, she still wasn't quite sure what that was going to be though.

Sitting on the front porch swing, painting her toenails and drinking iced tea seemed like the perfect way to pass a Friday afternoon. It wasn't like she had anything pressing to do, considering she'd pretty much pushed every other job offer out when she originally agreed to do Gage's renovation.

Bastard.

Kylie's phone rang, startling her from her wandering thoughts. Glancing down at the caller id, she noticed it wasn't the same number she'd been ignoring for the last couple of weeks. No, this time the caller was her sister and a genuine smile tipped her lips as she hit the talk button and held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Jess," she answered.

"Kylie! Oh my God! I can't believe you answered the phone."

Kylie giggled at her sister's dramatic response. "Why wouldn't I answer?"

"Well, let's see. I tried calling you last week, no answer. I tried calling on Tuesday and again on Wednesday this week, nothing. Where've you been?"

"Right here," she answered. Yes, there had been a few days she had ignored all calls that came in, so it was likely that she'd missed Jessie's calls as well. Oops.

"Where's here?" her sister asked.

"At home. Why?"

"No reason."

Right. As if Jessie would ask if she didn't need something. Since Kylie was just as protective of her baby sister as their father was, she immediately wondered if everything was all right. "You ok?"

"Peachy," Jessie answered, sounding definitely not peachy.

"Where are you?" It was Kylie's turn to question whereabouts.

"I'm at home," she said softly. "But Dad's not home. He's been working a lot these days, and I don't want to stay with Melissa so would you mind if I come visit?"