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Anthony’s investigation, or worse yet, his reputation, but I wanted more than anything to be able to tell London about my morning. I needed to relive the good parts, and I wanted to warn him about the bad guy he’d let into his bed (or, rather, his kitchenette).
    As I drove home, I kept scolding and reminding myself about Anthony’s request and my promise. As much as I wanted to talk to London, I had to keep telling myself that I couldn’t. Over and over again, I kept telling myself to remain silent. When I pulled up in front of my house, however, I knew that wouldn’t be very easy.
    From where I parked my car, I could see London busy at work in his back yard, and another, older man was with him. I squinted my eyes a little to see who the guy was, but ultimately realized that I didn’t recognize him. I knew it wasn’t Mr. Gallagher and wondered, for a moment, if it was one of London’s conquests—maybe he, like me, had recently discovered the appeal of an older partner.
    I got out of my car and walked toward the back door. London caught sight of me and smiled.
    “Hey, baby,” he shouted. The older man looked over in my direction.
    “That’s my girlfriend,” London said, explaining himself to the fellow. With his words, I knew that it was beard time.
    “Hey, baby,” I shouted back.
    London walked over toward me. “This guy’s here cleaning the pool,” London told me quietly so as not to be overheard. “Dad wants me to watch him ‘cause he thinks I don’t know how to do it myself.”
    I looked over at the older man and saw some tools behind him that I hadn’t noticed before.
    “Do me a favor?” London asked. I held back my sigh. I knew what was coming.
    “Come over and hang out with me until he leaves…please?” London had a desperate look on his face, and despite my better judgment, I caved.
    “Alright,” I said, forcing a smile across my face.
    “Hey, Luke,” London shouted at the older guy, “I’m gonna go spend some time with my girlfriend before my parents get home. You don’t need me, do you?”
    Luke shook his head then winked at London. “Nope, I’m good,” he said. I felt him undressing me with his eyes as I walked past him, and I wanted to slap London for being so suggestive in his remarks to him.
    Once we were inside the pool house, London went to the fridge and got two beers, then came over and handed me one. He didn’t even offer it to me and kinda just expected me to take it, which I did.
    “So how are things with your boyfriend?” he asked.
    “Good,” I replied playfully. “How are things with yours?”
    London cracked his beer open and took a sip. “My boyfriend?” he asked. “I don’t have one.”
    “What happened with you and Willard?” I asked, a little surprised.
    “Nothing,” London replied. “Nothing happened—and it wasn’t supposed to.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked. Only yesterday, I’d seen London’s dick in Willard’s mouth and Willard’s hands on London’s shoulders, and I wondered what happened to all of that chemistry and compassion.
    “It was just a hook-up, Kirby,” London said, taking another swig. “I’m not out yet, and neither is he. We never intended to date or anything. We just wanted to fuck around. It may or may not happen again, though I doubt it will. We never even exchanged e-mail addresses or phone numbers—so unless we run into each other again somewhere, I think it’s pretty much over.”
    “Oh,” I said. I didn’t really know what else to say. I hadn’t seen that one coming.
    “But enough about me,” London went on. He sure liked to change the subject whenever it got the least bit serious. “You met with that Anthony guy earlier today, right? How did that go?”
    I knew that I’d been instructed and had promised to tell London that my meeting had been cancelled. But in that instant, I couldn’t—and I couldn’t for self-centered reasons.
    “It went pretty damn well,” I said with a smile that made