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“But if I meet with them and don’t feel they’re a good fit, you won’t be angry?”

“Absolutely not… they’d just be a good starting point for you to make your choices.”

Noah smiled. “Then you have a deal. We can discuss a plan of action over dinner.”

Eilam drew Noah closer before spinning them both and pinning his brother bear against the fridge.

Noah let out a low, throaty chuckle. “I thought you were hungry?”

“I am,” Eilam said. “Dinner can wait until I’ve feasted on something else.”

“Good plan,” Noah said before Eilam captured his lips.