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“Nuts,” Kip said. “I’m working until two today. You’re busy this afternoon, right?”
“Yeah.Sports Illustrated.”
“Right.”
“And I’m busy the next few afternoons too.”
“Well...we’ll figure it out. Do you want me to stay here tonight?”
“I do,” Scott said. “Can you?”
“I’ll make you dinner.”
“Oh yeah? I might be a little late.”
“That’s all right,” Kip said, grinning up at him. “Good luck with your interview.”
“Thanks. I kinda hate doing them.”
“There gonna be a photo shoot?”
“Yeah. Not today, but yeah. Soon. It’s the cover story.”
“Well, now!”
Scott grimaced. “Yeah.”
He threw a leather jacket on and kissed Kip by the door. “Oh! I thought of something! For your birthday present,” he said excitedly. “I was thinking that maybe on Saturday we could go to the Met together?”
“The Met? Like...the museum?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “I thought you might like that?”
Holy shit.“I wouldlovethat.”
Had Scott figured out the thing that Kip hadn’t been able to bring himself to say: that all Kip had wanted for his birthday was to go somewhere he loved with his boyfriend?
“Okay then,” Scott said, smiling. “It’s a date.”
“Really?”
“I mean, obviously we will need to be...discreet.”
“Oh. Yeah. No, I know.” Kip deflated a bit.
“I’ll take you back here after and make it up to you, all right?”
Kip nodded, and tried to keep his face cheerful when he said, “Sounds great.” He kissed him. “Go be a superstar. I’ll be here when you get home.”
Chapter Twenty
“So who’s this guy?” Scott asked. “What’s his story?”
“I don’t know!” Kip laughed. “I don’t know everything!” He leaned in to read the museum’s description of the ornate set of silver armor. “Italian. Sixteenth century. Just a guy. A knight.”
“Just a random knight, huh? Pretty small knight.”
“Everyone was small back then. I wonder if he was wearing this when he died.”
