Xander had to drag him down to breakfast the next morning, where
the two of them were met with assorted hoots and hollers from the
assembled women. (Lucia too. She"d started taking her coffee with their
roommates instead ofPeoplemagazine, and Xander told her that he was
glad her taste had improved.)
She got up to make a place for Chris, though, and dished him up
some scrambled eggs and sausage, which he dug into with a satisfied
groan.
“Lucia, darling, you are an angel of light,” he murmured, giving
her a buss on the cheek and a little squeeze around the waist.
Lucia blushed and waved him off, and Chris continued to eat, but
Xander could tell he was getting a little glassy-eyed from the
conversation around them.
“So how long you here for?” Mandy was asking, picking her way
through grapefruit and coffee, like she always did.
“Four days,” Chris mumbled, and he was met with that adorable,
full-lipped moue of disappointment.
“That"s too bad,” she mumbled, slurping her grapefruit. “Xander
misses the shit out of you.”
Xander watched Chris blush. “Um….”
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“Nice,” said Penny caustically. “By all means bring up „shit" at the
breakfast table.”
“Hey, she"s not the one who just chewed out the gardener for not
cleaning up the dog shit,” Audrey defended, and Xander choked on his
juice.
“You chewed out the gardener? He"s a nice guy!”
“He"s a leech, Xander. I could do a better job on the rose bushes
with nail scissors and a steak knife. You just go and let people take
advantage of you—”