one of those women"s shows likeThe View. Every now and then he"d let
limpid green eyes linger over Christian, and it was starting to piss
Xander off. He was pretty sure he could handle it if they were straight, or
if Leo was a girl, but dammit, Christian washis.
“Now, Oregon wants you really bad, Xander—the signing bonus
that"s on the table, I mean, that alone should give you a hard-on, and
Chris? The Kings are pretty high up in the draft this year, but I think we
can do better than that—”
“The Kings?” Chris and Xander both said in unison, and Leo rolled
his eyes and patted Chris"s cheek.
“Look, sweetcakes, I get it. I do. You guys want to go home.
Totally understandable. But that just doesn"t happen, okay? I mean,
guys… they"re not the worst team in the league… by about two games,
they"re not the worst team in the league.”
Of course Xander and Chris knew about Sacramento"s stats. It
didn"t matter. That wastheirteam, the team they"d grown up loving.
There was no way on the planet they"d give up a chance to play for their
team. They met excited eyes, and Chris grinned playfully, and Leo, who
had just patted his cheek as he sat there, pinched it now.
“Ohmigod, aren"tyouadorable! Oh, honey, it is a real shame I
wasn"t that kind of agent, because you and me, we could do some
business on the modeling front, oh yes we could.”
Chris jerked back, startled, and Xander felt a surge of real jealousy
for the first time in his life. “Get your handsoffhim and get out of my
room!” he roared, vision red, and then Leo, who hadn"t seemed to stop
talking since the coach had introduced him to Xander, grew very, very
still.
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Xander flushed uncomfortably, and Chris cocked his head and