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Xan@CE--Please.
CE@Xan--Then of course.
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Xan@CE--I set up the computer—we can do the conference thing.
CE@Xan--Good. I miss your face.
Xan@CE--I miss everything.
CE@Xan--I gotta go, man. I"m supposed to be buzzed. Love you
Xan@CE--Love you too.
Well, it didn"t actually give him a woody, but he figured that would
come when he finally climbed in bed. He"d made Leo help him with the
damned computer and the video, and he"d set it up by the bedstand
deliberately. He had to get used to sleeping in that bed alone, or he
wasn"t going to get used to getting any sleep at all. This way, he"d have a
reason not to fall asleep on the couch. Either way the bad dreams would
come, but in the bed, at least Chris would be there in the morning.
Xander looked up from his conversation and realized that most of
the locker room had cleared out. He was surprised—and unsettled. The
last time he"d been in there when it was this quiet was when he and Chris
had been busted. A good memory and a bad one, he guessed—just like a
lot of the sport. With a sigh, he leveraged himself up on his crutches, put
on his trench coat and scarf, and swung himself across the room behind
most of the rest of the team.
The town car hadn"t arrived yet, although he"d called them before
he texted Chris, and he settled himself on the crutches to wait as the last
of the team got in their own vehicles.
“Hey, Xander—you want a ride to the bar?” Burkins asked, and
Xander had to hold up his hands.
“Going home to baby the foot,” he said cheerfully. “Have a good
time, though!”
He waited patiently, looking out at the parking lot—it was still lit
