“I don"t even know if dog shit is in his contract!” Xander
complained again, and Chris interrupted him.
“It is,” Chris told him, through a full mouth. “I wrote it in. Dammit,
Xan, Penny"s right. I could see it in the dark, the grounds look like shit.”
“Well, his wife just had a baby, and he"s not getting a lot of sleep.
He wants to bring in his nephew to help, but I don"t know. I don"t know
if he knows… or you know. I didn"t want to have him sign the contract
without Chris or Leo to look it over, and I"ve sort of been out on the
road, right?”
Xander paused, in the middle of bringing a bite of scrambled eggs
up to his mouth. “What?”
“Xander,” Audrey said quietly into the silence, “you don"t talk that
much tous.”
Xander flushed. “Well, he did all the talking. It… you know. It"s
nice to hear about someone else. Except, we can"t fire him, right?”
He turned to Chris in supplication, and Chris was blinking at him,
hard.
“Yeah, Xan. Right. No firing the gardener. I"ll draw up papers for
his nephew this afternoon, "kay?”
Xander brightened, unsure of why the world had stopped because
he knew the gardener"s backstory, but willing to take Chris on faith.
Then Chris wiped his mouth carefully, grabbed Xander"s face in both
hands, and kissed him soundly, scrambled eggs and all. There was a
collective “Awwwww…” from around the table, but Xander didn"t really
hear that. All he knew was that Chris was there, and something about
him had pleased his lover, and all of that desire, as hot and bright as it
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had been in high school was there, exposed on his skin, for the world to
see.
As he fell into the kiss, became stupid and hazy with it, tasted,