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into the kitchen. “Thanks,” he said, setting the gift on his table. “What is it?”
    Thorn glanced over his shoulder as he dug through a box, pulling Peter’s coffee maker out. “Open it. We’re gonna need it.”
    Peter unraveled the pretty bow and lifted the top off. He nodded, grinning at the contents: Four bags of Green Mountain Coffee, with a series of liquor nips. He picked up a miniature bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. “You’re the best, Thorn. Thanks.”
    “My pleasure,” he said, grabbing one of the coffee bags. “And speaking of pleasure, did you have a good time last night? You looked like you were last I saw you, but I didn’t know you had that good a time. You never sleep this late, even on a Saturday.”
    Sitting down, Peter rested his chin on his palms, watching Thorn prepare the coffee. “I just couldn’t sleep once I got home. Something...unusual happened last night. It’s got me a bit concerned.”
    Thorn flipped on the coffee maker and turned around, eyebrows lowering as he regarded Peter. “You need to go to the clinic? Hope it’s nothing a shot of penicillin can’t cure.”
    “It’s not that,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I think I need a session with a shrink, not a penicillin shot.”
    Thorn joined him at the table. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    Peter looked at him, wincing. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
    Thorn tilted his head, doing his best to look offended. “Peter Coyle, you’ve got enough dirt on me to write a scandalous tell-all book, don’t talk to me about embarrassing. Spill it, what’s wrong? Tell me!”
    “Okay, okay...stop shouting.” Peter rubbed his temples.
    “Here.” Thorn passed him a nip of coffee brandy from the box.
    Chuckling, Peter held it up. “A little early for me. But okay.” He uncapped it and took a sip of the sweet liquor. “So there’s this boy.”
    “There always is.” Thorn smirked. “The little blond from last night? Name’s Scotty, in case you never bothered to ask. He comes to all my parties. Bit of a slut, but I’m not one to judge, as you know.”
    “No, not him. A different boy.”
    Thorn’s eyebrows lifted. “You don’t say. My, you were busy last night.”
    Peter shook his head, laughing. He took another sip of the brandy. “It’s not like that. Let me explain.”
    He told Thorn about Benjamin LeClair’s visit to his office the previous afternoon. Thorn listened, nodding, his usual smirk given over to a serious expression. “So let me guess,” Thorn said. “You were reminded of Reggie Cutler, and got freaked out.”
    “Yeah,” Peter said, shrugging. “But I’m not worried about that, really, he seems like a good kid. It’s just...Christ, this is embarrassing.”
    “Ah,” Thorn said. “You finally want to bang one of your students? I knew it would happen eventually.”
    “Okay, here’s the thing,” Peter said, raising his hands.
    Thorn let out a guffaw. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “I’d never let anything happen.”
    “I know,” Thorn said. “So what’s the problem then?” The coffee had finished brewing, and Thorn stood and poured them each a cup. He returned to the table and set one down in front of Peter. “Go on. Talk to me, baby.”
    Peter took a sip of coffee, savoring the strong flavor. “All right,” he said. “So I couldn’t get this Benjamin kid out of my head. But I wanted to.”
    “Of course,” Thorn said. “Go on.”
    “So I’m in your cabana, slamming Scotty, imagining it’s Benjamin, trying to get him out of my system, you know?”
    Thorn grinned, resting his chin on his index finger. “I can’t wait to see where this is going.”
    Peter snickered. “It’s not funny! So I finished with Scotty, and I hear this loud bang.”
    “A bang?” Thorn’s nose wrinkled. “What happened, the kid’s dick explode?”
    Peter smirked at him. “Yes, but that’s not what caused the bang. Something slammed against the wall of the cabana, outside. So