guys… I"d give a whole lot of commission to be able to see you two play
on the pro floor, and say that yeah, you"re my guys.”
“We just want to play together,” Xander said roughly, leaning
forward on his knees. It seemed to be the only way his body would fold.
“I"m not any good on the court without him.”
“Oh, honey, I"ve seen the tape, and that"s a lie you"re gonna have
to live with, okay?”
Xander glared at him, and Leo held up his hands in surrender.
“Okay, okay, okay, down, Cave Man—”
And now Chris was the one standing up and growling, his chair
tipped over in front of him. “Call him that again and I"ll fucking end
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you!” he rasped, and Leo nodded, the last vestige of atti-dude seeping
out the guy"s spine and into the mattress underneath his thousand-dollar
suit.
“I get it,” he said, sounding sad and a little bit older, like an uncle.
“I get it. The two of you cock-docked for life, I got it. You sign with me,
and I swear I"ll do everything I can to make sure that stays true, okay?”
He started to perk up then, recouped from the fury on Chris"s face, and
the understanding of just what he was up against.
“It"ll be a challenge. Biggest one of my career. At the end, you
guys come out, write the multimillion-copy bestseller, and I"ll be your
agent for that too. It"ll be fucking awesome. I"ll branch out, schedule
press tours, you can talk to every schmuck from Bryant Gumble to
Barbawa Wawa, and I"ll start looking into getting you onto30 for 30or
whatever the fuck they"re doing when this blows up in our face. Just—”
And again, his entire snot-slick-Harvey-the-crooked-leprechaun shtick
melted away. “Just be careful, you two. That Amaechi guy, he got
lucky—he outed himself after retirement. Everybody could love him