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“You"re a friend, and a confidante, and Chris got transferred and I got

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pissed, and apparently I throw stuff when I"m pissed. That"s what I do.

Watch out, I almost killed our coach with a basketball. I"m dangerous,

need to remove myself—”

“You"re not fooling anyone, you know!” she said. “Miss Penny,

she told me she"s moving in. Chris called, he told me to worry about

you—”

“Okay, that"s it!” Xander shouted. “Who"s babysitting him!”

“And Mr. Leo, he"s in the front room, waiting to see how you"re

doing.”

Oh fuck. Xander hadn"t even seen him.

“Christ,” Xander swore. “I"m fine! I"m fine! I"m fine!” He was

changing, and it wasn"t until he"d gotten his jeans off and pulled on his

sweats and then sat down to re-lace his tennis shoes that he realized that

he"d just given his housekeeper an eyeful. He looked up at her with big

eyes, and she was pretending not to notice.

“You"re wonderful, Mr. Karcek. You"re amazing. You have the

body of a Greek god. It"s your heart that"s laying in a thousand tiny

pieces.”

“AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!”

Xander went thundering down the stairs, ignoring the pain in his

foot. He hardly paused at the bottom, where Leo was lounging on the

couch. Jesus, he"d thrown his workout bag right next to the guy.

Leo arched a sculpted ginger-colored eyebrow at him. “Feeling a

touch distracted, Xander?”

Xander grunted, reached into his battered, licensed, franchise bag,

and pulled out his battered, licensed franchise ball. Without another word

he ran out the front door to the regulation-sized half court that he and

Chris had installed in their driveway, and started doing two point/three

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