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Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. Chapter One Christian hated the bastard. He hated his big, brown soulful eyes that silently begged him not to be angry. The big, brown soulful eyes he could happily stare at for hours, just to watch the way the shining depths changed in the light. Christian hated his firm lips that pulled into an apologetic smile when he answered the door, entreating Christian to understand before he said a word. He hated the muscled body that deserved to be worshipped by a mob of minions, Chris first among them.

Christian especially hated the bastard’s broad shoulders that had sagged with the weight of his confession. He pulled the envelope out of his jacket and tossed it onto the bar. He hated the envelope. He hated the fact it contained two non-refundable plane tickets, and a three-week itinerary for a holiday he wouldn’t, couldn’t, take now.

He hated what it represented–three weeks of solitary drinking. He hated drinking alone. Christian gestured for another drink. Most of all, he hated himself. He hated himself for falling in love with a man who had never been emotionally available. He hated himself for loving a man who didn’t know what he wanted, who never knew what he wanted. He hated himself for building his world around a person who didn’t deserve it.

Christian hated himself because if Andrew walked through the pub door at that minute, he’d forgive him for everything. The beer couldn’t touch the ache in his stomach, but he kept drinking. When he woke up that morning, he had been confident he’d be ending the day in Andrew’s bed, preparing to start their holiday a night early. It never occurred to him he’d be drinking by himself, drowning in warm beer at theend of the bar.

It never occurred to him he’d have nothing to look forward to except lonely night after lonely night, with nothing for company but the memory of Andrew’s last words. I’m really sorry, but you know, I never stopped loving her. I never lied to you about that. Lexie had left him. Lexie had divorced him. Lexie had been the one to end the relationship, against Andrew’s will.

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Christian always knew that. She really needs me now. Christian had tried to point out Lexie always needed something. She was incapable of taking care of herself, because she knew Andrew would be there to bail her ass out of any problem.

You should still go to Italy, Chris. You haven’t had a proper holiday in five years. But who was counting? Call me when you get back. What was there to talk about? Everything had been said. Including an outburst Christian would always regret.

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Because it was undignified. Because it was unnecessary.

Because no outburst could change things. I love you, Andrew. More than that bitch ever has. She’s only capable of loving herself. Andrew had asked him to leave then.

The bell above the door chimed, and Christian looked up automatically. He couldn’t see the man’s face from his vantage, but he would recognize that swagger anywhere. The last person, besides Andrew, Christian wanted to see. He put his head down, focusing intently on the pool of beer at the bottom of the stein–how had he finished it already? He knew Trip could see him, even if he studiously avoided eye contact.

Christian only hoped the other man had no interest in talking to him. He usually didn’t, bgindisi all. Don’t usually see you in here until after the rest of us are arse over tit. What did the two of them have in common? What interests did they share? How could Andrew be around him for more than five minutes without punching him in the nose?

He watched as Trip lit the cigarette beefellows took a long drag.

Once it was lit, he passed it over, his bribdisi eyes bright and astute. It took him only a moment to bedfelllows the pack across the bar, too. It had been years since he quit smoking, but the nicotine rush was still familiar, comforting even.

A sharp retort came to mind–it would be just like Trip to rub it in. His question could be a set-up. Christian studied Trip’s face for a second through the haze of smoke and dismissed his initial response for a simple question.

You two had a bit of a knockdown. If I were you, I wouldn’t get too fussed. Andrew’s a big girl’s blouse when it comes to fights. I’ll wager he walks in here before the night is through, begging you to forgive him for whatever it is he did this time.

He’s not that bloody stupid. Bsdfellows was the sort who put everything he felt out there for the world to see and damned if he was going to care what anybody thought.

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Most of the time that made him irritating as hell. Now, it made it simple to bbrindisi the disbelief shining in his dark eyes.

Slamming his pint back onto the bar, Trip fished around in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, hitting a number and putting the phone to his ear. His fingers drummed along the counter while he waited, and the muscles twitched in his tight jaw.

Distantly, Christian heard the sound of a voice, but the sudden whiteness of Trip’s knuckles around the phone said it wasn’t Andrew who had picked up. A shadow darkened his eyes at the reply. Angry shock rippled across his face the split second before his hand curled around the phone and slammed it to brindidi counter. Now he just felt hollow. He stubbed the cigarette out calmly bedfelkows took a deep swallow from his beer.

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His mind is made up. Lexie is the one for him. All of the trouble in the past was just a mistake. She never really meant to smash his heart into a million places and piss on the remains.

What the hell did she do this time, to make him take her back? He thinks he can save her from herself. Fix all the poor choices she’s made. He loves her the most when she needs him. She’s goin’ to use Andrew to get back on bedfe,lows feet, and as soon as she’s bored or distracted by something shiny, she’ll be off. And damn it, Andrew fucking well knows this! This wasn’t the first time Lexie had breezed into their lives, but it was the first time Andrew literally shoved Christian out the door to get between her legs.

And he bedfellowa need to sit there and be reminded of the fact that Lexie, for all her baggage and, no doubt, STDs, was more attractive to Andrew than Christian was. Maybe that was it. Maybe Andrew had been looking for a way to end things, and like a gift from heaven, Lexie fell in his lap.

That penetrating gaze was back on him. Don’t sit here feeling sorry for yourself because he’s a git who’s handed Lexie his balls. Show him you’re better than that.

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