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my room.”
“You kicked me out, or did you forget that part?” Evan snapped.
“Did you try to stick around? No.”
“I don’t play games. But, stupid me, I live in the real world. I forget how you Hollywood types are.”
“ You don’t play games? Are you for real? What the hell do you call sucking my dick and trying to walk away?”
“Self-preservation,” Evan yelled.
Cree stared at him. Evan tried to turn his head. Cree hadn’t unpinned him, so looking away would have been Evan’s only recourse to disengage him. But he saw it, the vulnerability Evan tried so hard to hide. Had it always been there? Had that been the reason he always seemed so stoic? Was it because Evan was more like Cree than he’d realized?
“Goddamnit. Fucking—god damn it, Evan. Fuck you. Fuck you for everything. I should have known having you here was a mistake. I should have hired another goddamn idiot from the company.”
“God’s list is stacking up. Might want to delegate.”
“What?” Cree paused in his tirade to make sense of Evan’s words. They sank in and he started laughing. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
“I like fucking asshole, but that doesn’t make me one.” “Prove it. I have a box of condoms upstairs.”
Evan looked uncomfortable. “I can’t.”
“You can. I was there the last time, or have you forgotten?”
“I didn’t forget.” Evan rested his hands on Cree’s thighs. “I’m not going to forget. I just can’t do it again.”
“Why?”
“Because of this.” Evan gestured between them. “Because you’re never going to understand why getting involved with you isn’t a good idea. It can only be casual.”
“Fine. I’ll take what I can get. Call it casual if you want to. I’ll know the difference,” Cree contested.
“I’m not worried about how you’ll take our relationship, Cree. Believe it or not, it’s not about you.” Evan huffed. “Get off me.”
“What’s it about, Evan?” Cree ignored the request. He needed to know. He needed to hear whatever Evan had to say. Either way, it would help him move on. It couldn’t hurt any more than the last round had, could it?
“You’re a big shot. You have your pick of anyone you want. I’m a flash in the pan. It wouldn’t take long before you start looking around for the next lay.”
“So this is about your insecurity?” Cree asked.
“Cree, you’re not a guy someone like me falls for and gets over. You’re the kind of guy who destroys guys like me.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit, nothing. I’ve found what I came to Hollywood to find. Now I have to deal with it and go back to Indiana. There’s nothing about having a relationship with you that makes that easy for me.”
What did he come to Hollywood to find? The guy he’d hired the private eye to locate? The fax? Cree clamped his lips. He got off Evan and stalked down Evan’s hallway to the office. Pieces of fax machine lay everywhere, along with papers, both unused and wadded.
“Cree!” Evan jogged into the office. “Don’t.”
Cree spun on him. “Right now, I’m Mr. Radek and my employee just busted up very expensive equipment because of his personal life. Back the fuck off.”
“I’m serious. Don’t mess with my shit. You wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re right. I’m a moron. I’m incapable of the simplest concepts—including how to back the fuck off . Sit your shit down, while I muddle through. If I don’t understand, then you have nothing lost anyway.”
“But I—”
“Walker, the man I thought wanted to be my boyfriend just dumped me over a fax. I have every right to find out why.”
Cree went straight for the crumpled papers. He opened the first one. “David Fowler, age fifty-nine, of Glendale, California. Six feet two inches, one hundred and ninety pounds. Caucasian descent, with brown eyes and white hair. Arrived in Los Angeles approximately thirty years ago, from—” Cree’s eyes flicked to Evan’s as he read the town.
He continued out loud.