“Maybe that’s why you think he’s cheating. “Is that so unbelievable? That a gorgeous guy like that could actually go for a skinny scarecrow like me?” He could feel his ears getting hot, and hurt stored over years poured out of him. I want to be with someone, and Lucien is smart and funny and charming, and he seems to like me a lot.” He spread his arms wide. “I haven’t had a real boyfriend in over a year, and even that one wasn’t serious. “That’s real easy to say when you have an unlimited supply of tits to drool over.” Sammy crossed his arms. “Is that true? Or has he implied that you’re his boyfriend?” Ryder scratched Al, who was purring so loudly that Sammy could hear it clearly. “I can’t prove it, but I’ve talked to a couple of people who seem to have a relationship with him and seem to think they are somehow special to him.” Ryder walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a glass, filled it from the faucet, and drank. “Point taken.” The green eyes flashed up. Sure, I don’t have a background check on him, but I probably know as much about him as I do you.” “You mean coming from a dumb historian who doesn’t know a palette knife from a fork?” Gods, Sammy’s heart had to slow down, or he’d pass out.
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