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.I guessed younger, by the broad stretch of shoulders and the richchestnut colored hair which stood in stark contrast to his aging counterpartacross from him.They were the FBI version of Luis and me. Detective Glass, the older one nodded. I m agent Peter brushed past me and headed for Cai, pulling him out of the seat andspeaking in tongues or probably just Russian.Same difference.The younger agent turned around and stood up. I haven t said anything, Rabbit, Cai protested, playing keep away with hisarm. And I don t want to go to my room. The scene would be humorous if Iwasn t feeling the sharp edges of an approaching headache. Agent one and Agent two.That s all I need to know right now.Whateveryou re here for, it ll have to wait until I get back from the station.And I m bringinghim. I jerked a thumb at Peter. They are here for me, Rosa said. Good.Then you can find a place for them to sleep, if they re staying.But hearthis I ve given up my living room, guest room, job, career, heterosexuality andmy stance on no pets in the house, but I m not giving up my room.I m drawing aline. Testosterone flowing, I grabbed Peter s wrist and yanked him out the door,aiming us both toward the back of the courtyard.He didn t make so much as atoken resistance.I released his hand to open the gate to my private parking spot and sworeunder my breath at the new scene before me.I had forgotten about the press.Though there were only five or six talking heads, between the cameramenand giant cameras, it was overwhelming when they converged on us like rats on afallen crumb.Questions and microphones flew at us as we waded through to theJag.Neither Peter nor I answered, until one question halted Peter at the driver sside door.My irritation grew exponentially by the second. Changing teams, Austin? Diane, a brunette with a pageant smile, had ahand propped on her hip and flecks of evil in her glossed lips.I flashed her a look of surprise, then quickly masked it. Helping theunfortunate, I clarified. Your mother still dating your ex-husband? I tossed thekeys to Peter and leaned on the top of the car. She always did like your leftovers. 248 Dani AlexanderHer brown eyes narrowed in anger and I knew she d forget to ask about Peter,which was exactly why I d chosen that particular subject change.She feigned casual laughter and shrugged. Now both of us can talk abouthow much you suck in bed. Sucking in bed is probably why he s changing teams. Peter smiled benignlyat her and flicked the door open.My eyes rolled to the afternoon sky and then closed, head hanging as Ichoked out laughingly, That wasn t the team she meant, Peter. I didn t havetime to explain she meant associating with criminals, Peter was already behindthe wheel with the door closed. Give your mom my best. I faked a smile andgingerly climbed into the car, slamming the door shut behind me just as sheresponded with, Why? You never did. Ouch. Sorry, Peter muttered, starting the car and slowly backing out.I wanted topush his foot down on the pedal and run over a few of the reporters.Diane first.It was weighing on me how many enemies I had created in less than two weeks. I should create a list of ways to be unexpectedly outed: Partners discoveringmy obsession for a hustler, friends finding me half-naked with one, boyfriendannouncing I suck cock to reporters. The car jolted to a stop.I grabbed the dashboard before my head thunkedinto the windshield. Boyfriend? Peter asked, brows lifting. I m not backtracking. I looked ahead, ignoring my jitterbugging heart,ignoring Peter and the reporters and the world; and my own inclination to,in fact, backtrack and say boy and friend ; or sputter out some other kind ofinsincere denial. Okay. I eyed him sideways, searching for his reaction.Per usual, he showed menothing but inscrutability.He shifted gears and pulled out of the alley.He was a careful driver.Something I didn t expect from his hard living.Didthat come from being caretaker to everyone around him? Peter was a forty-year-old parent living in a twenty-year-old s porn-star body. At some point all of thisis going to catch up with me, I said. What is? Shattered Glass 249 Gay, boyfriend, job loss, career in the toilet, gay, criminals in my house,criminals in my bed. You said the gay thing twice. It deserves double billing. I like that best about you. I should hope so.Hard to be a boyfriend without the gay thing. Not the gay thing.The fact that you embrace every decision you make whenyou finally make one. Oh. I like your cock best. Liar. He smiled. You like my mouth. I like everything about you. I watched him swallow hard and heard hisbreathing speed up. Except that I come third, behind Cai and Darryl. You don t, he denied, pinching his brow. Everyone does.As your boy Whatever-I-am I thought you said you were my boyfriend? That sounds juvenile. If the mentality fits& As your boyfriend, I continued with a growl, I d like to be bumped up onthe list.At least to above Darryl. There s no list.There s just, he took a breath, differences in interactions. I d like a few interactions changed, then.Specifically those with your dick in,or near, Darryl. Or anyone else
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