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she"d blow up the picture, put it on the wall, and only tell the people who
mattered what really went on that night—but he couldn"t be positive.
There was a silence on the other end of the line, and Leo asked
tentatively, “Please tell me she was eighteen?”
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“Barely, Leo—that"s why nothing happened.” Xander flopped
backward on the comforter, bouncing his hand lightly on top of it. It was
Kings" purple, with gold trim, because it had cracked Chris up to have it
made that way, and it had made Xander laugh when he"d seen it. The
sheets and the pillows were purple and gold to match. It was raucous and
gaudy and sooo not them. That had been the point, right? Two queens
playing for the Kings? Get it?
He was having a conversation right now that wouldn"t let him
laugh about that.
“God… she was a baby, and she lived in what looked like my first
apartment, and… Christ. Christ, I"m done with lying—not to her, and not
to the media. Look, whatever happens, they can draw the conclusions
they want, but I"m not getting up and giving a press conference and
answering to any of this bullshit. Not now. Not ever again.”
Leo sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, I hear you, big guy. "Kay. Look, I"ve got
your owner on call waiting, right? Whatever the fallout is? It"s about to
rain down. Go put Chris together—he"s going to need you.”
Xander stood up and went to the bathroom, wondering if he was
going to have to pull him out in the same way Chris had pulled him out
three years ago, but he needn"t have worried. Chris had shut off the
water and was drying his hair, a towel slung around his trim waist and a
little bit of life back in his eyes.
“You told Leo?”
Xander stood behind him and put his hands on his shoulders, still
soft and damp from the shower. They had some moisturizer (Chris called
