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he’d reached his cabin. He walked in with
    a sigh of relief and pulled off his jacket on his way into the bedroom.
    “ There you are.”
    Lon yelped and jumped, spinning in the air and landing just as Bok rose to sit
    from where he was lying on the couch. “What are you doing here?”
    He gave Lon the eye as he squirmed around to bend his legs over the side.
    Lon’s couch was not nearly as wide and luxurious as Wod’s. “Where were you last
    night?”
    Lon frowned. “That’s none of your business.”
    Rather than his taking offense, Bok’s face lit up. “Oh, Holy Christmas, did the
    dildo work? Were you with him last night?”
    “Was I with—” Lon’s protest broke off as Bok’s words hit him. His hand flew
    up to cover his gaping mouth. “Oh no!” Frantically he patted his waistline, then
    checked the pockets of his jacket. All empty. “Oh no.”
    Bok was on his feet and at Lon’s side by now. “What?”
    “Oh no ! I left it at his… I mean, I left… I lost…”
    “Oh no—I heard that. You left what at his what?”
    Lon gulped. Frustrated, he slapped Bok’s arm. “You! You and that darn toy .”
    Bok grabbed Lon’s arms to quiet him. Small though he might be, Bok had a
    good grip, and he outweighed Lon. “Yes, yes, fine. But where is the darn toy?”
    Lon closed his eyes and shook his head. “It wasn’t Rom. It’s at Wod’s.”
    “W…?” Bok’s mouth fell open in a brief moment of shock. “Wod? You slept with
    Wod?”
    “No! I didn’t. I… Well, I did sleep there, but I didn’t sleep with him. I-I-I
    passed out after drinking some really strong wine, and he was nice enough to let me
    sleep it off.”
    “Mmmm. And just how did you get to Wod’s cottage to drink this strong wine?”

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    “I…uh…” At a loss, he tried to think of a way not to tell Bok what had
    happened. But it was useless. He was used to telling Bok everything. He sighed and
    slumped in Bok’s grip. “I went to Rom’s to tell him how I feel about him.”
    “Hold on.” Bok pushed Lon into the bedroom and guided him to the bed, where
    they both sat. “All right.” Bok tucked one knee up on the mattress so he could face
    Lon. “Go on.”
    In stutters and starts, Lon told Bok everything. He started with what he’d
    seen at Rom’s—having to pause for a few moments to describe in detail what he’d
    seen between Rom and Tym because, although he was more interested in women,
    Bok was a fan of voyeurism of all pairings—then described how he’d gotten to
    Wod’s. Bok slowed him to excruciating detail about kissing Wod, then surprised Lon
    by allowing him to go on with the story without chiding him for not sleeping with
    Wod. By the time Lon reached the part about leaving Wod’s cottage, unknowingly
    without the dildo, Bok was unnaturally quiet.
    Lon frowned at him. “What?”
    Bok’s green brows crowded the bridge of his nose, indicating thought. “Do you
    think Wod likes you?”
    A squirmy feeling tickled around Lon’s heart. “No. He was just taking
    advantage of the situation.”
    “Actually, he didn’t take advantage.”
    “I-I meant getting me alone.”
    “Exactly.”
    Uncomfortable, Lon stood. He crossed to his closet and held up his jacket to
    decide if it went in the wash or got hung back up. “It wasn’t me specifically. He saw
    someone lurking around Rom’s.”
    “Uh-huh. And you weren’t the least bit tempted to just sleep with him?”

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    The jacket was hopelessly wrinkled. He stuffed it in the laundry bag that he
    was going to have to take to housekeeping soon. “I was tempted,” Lon admitted as
    he sat at his desk chair. “But…I couldn’t.”
    “You’re going to say you couldn’t because of Rom.”
    Lon paid inordinate attention to pulling off his pointed shoes. “I can’t just
    change my feelings like that.”
    “Even after what you saw at Rom’s? He’s obviously not waiting for you.”
    Lon gripped his second shoe, bending