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whistle.
    “This is pretty swank, Kit, new paint smell and all! You sure you want to squander it on a lowly assistant?”
    Kit shook his head. “It’s missing personality and warmth,” he said seriously. Then he smiled, liking Jesse all sleepy and disheveled, smelling of the car and the caffeine and fast food and, yes, the dreaded smoking habit that Kit hated, but still looking Amy Lane

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    beautiful and perfect. “That’s where you come in.”
    Jesse turned half-lidded eyes toward him and blinked. “That could be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said softly, and Kit blinked back.
    “You need better compliments…. Here, do you want some sleep pan— Never mind.” Because Jesse had stripped down to blue boxer-briefs and a T-shirt, leaving his jeans, hooded sweater, boots, socks, and denim jacket in a puddle on Kit’s floor.
    He scrambled into Kit’s new bed like a child, tucking under the comforter into Kit’s spot. “Oh, God, it’s warm,” he sighed, and his teeth were chattering a little. “Something about being up this time of morning and outside, it makes me so cold! What are you doing?”
    Kit straightened from laying Jesse’s jeans over the chair in the corner. “Straightening your things….”
    “Well, stop it!” Jesse ordered crossly. “Get in here and be the big spoon! I’m freezing!”
    Alrighty then. Kit abandoned all attempts at straightening and crawled into bed behind Jesse, using his height and the width of his shoulders to pull the smaller man back into his arms. Jesse wiggled and chattered, and Kit held him closer and tighter, until both of their bodies tightened and relaxed with sort of a sigh, and they melted into the mattress.
    Jesse felt so good. Kit closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against that smooth, honey-colored hair.
    “How was your Thanksgiving?” Jesse mumbled, already close to sleep.
    “I missed you,” Kit said honestly. He could do that, since Amy Lane

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    Jesse was there in his bed. “What made you decide to come back so early?”
    “I almost slept with the evil ex.” Jesse’s voice was matter-of-fact, and Kit tried hard not to kick the first man who’d ever wiggled into his bed right back out.
    “Waaaah?”
    “See,” Jesse didn’t sound so close to sleep anymore. He sounded very… very careful, actually. “The thing is, his sister is dying.”
    “Oh, Jesse….”
    “Emmy didn’t tell me when she called. She didn’t want to depress me—or even pressure me into visiting—but the whole family knew. She won’t make it until Christmas. I brought her a book, you know, since I wasn’t going up for Christmas, and it just hit me that she’ll never have a chance to read it.”
    Forgiven. Kit didn’t realize he could forgive something like cheating or almost cheating. He’d never even thought of it. His dream guys never cheated, period the end. Danny Fit never cheated on him—unless it was on those days Kit skipped strength training, and he was getting it on with the red-leotard girl on the DVD behind Kit’s back—but Kit doubted it. But here, in the real world, with a heartbroken Jesse in his arms, Kit didn’t even need to hear the rest of the story to see where this was going. An
    “almost” lapse, when he and Jesse had been nothing more than a kiss in the office? Forgiven. As simple as that.
    “I’m so sorry,” he said quietly, and Jesse took his hand and kissed it with so much tenderness Kit didn’t think he could say anything else for a while.
    “See”—Jesse kept talking like he hadn’t just shorted every Amy Lane

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    fuse in Kit’s brain—“there Pat and I were last night, out on the couch, and I was trying not to just lose it, because the whole family was being so strong and so brave for the whole two days, and I didn’t want to be the big, bawling baby in the middle of them, and Pat put his arms around my shoulder, and