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to sit with Russ and her husband, drinking the remaining beer and gazing at the stars. Max had come out by now to curl up at Russ’s feet, exhausted from a day of hyperactive children, loud explosions, and probably one too many leftover cheeseburgers. The only light on the deck came from citronella candles placed at intervals along the railing, and these filled the air with a pungent odor.
    “So…. Rusty’s got a new boyfriend,” Bill told his wife as she settled into her chair. Nobody called Russ “Rusty” except for Shannon—she’d tormented him with it when they were kids—and now, by extension, Bill.
    Shannon’s curiosity was piqued immediately. “Do tell!”
    “He’s not my boyfriend,” Russ said, giving Bill a sour look. “I told you he just bought the cabin. Besides, he’s engaged. I said he was handsome, that’s all.”
    “And nice,” Bill added.
    “Don’t be a homewrecker, Rusty. It never ends well.”
    “Please! Can you see me chasing after somebody else’s boyfriend or husband? It’s not gonna happen.”
    “You need to find a nice guy of your own,” Shannon said.
    Russ gave up trying to prove he didn’t have his sights set on Derek. “I’ve got my vacation coming up in October,” he said. “At an all-gay bed and breakfast in Vermont.”
    “An all-gay bed and breakfast?” Shannon asked skeptically. “They have those?”
    “They do. On a farm. It’s called Rabbit Hollow Farm. They have swimming, massage, a weight room”—not that he’d ever lifted weights in his life—“a hot tub, a sauna…. And they take dogs, so I won’t have to kennel Max.”
    “Good.”
    “ Plus ,” he said, adding the pièce de résistance, “it’s clothing-optional.”
    Bill hooted, forgetting his son was asleep inside, and backhanded Russ’s shoulder. “Go, Russ!”
    Shannon glared at her husband to quiet him down, then said in a hushed voice, “No way. You? Running around naked?”
    Russ had to admit the idea made him a little nervous. But it also turned him on. It wouldn’t hurt him to be a little daring for once. Who knew? Maybe he’d meet some gorgeous guy, spend the weekend fucking like bunnies in the fields—he tried not to think too hard about ticks—and fall madly in love. “Sure,” he said. “Why not?”
    “Well, for one thing, it’ll be October.”
    True. “Maybe I can run around naked indoors,” Russ said dubiously. “And of course there’s the hot tub and sauna.”
    She raised a skeptical eyebrow, but Bill jumped to his defense. “I think it sounds hot . At least, you know, for gay guys.”
    “Uh-huh,” Shannon said. “Sometimes I wonder about you, Billy.”
    He just waggled his eyebrows at her.
    They spent a pleasant couple of hours chatting. Despite the ribbing, Russ adored his sister, and Bill was a sweetheart, even if he was a bit of a jackass. Shannon was always after Russ to visit more often, and he found himself accepting an invite to Thanksgiving dinner, though of course that was months away.
    Bill caved first, a little after midnight. “I’m gonna crash,” he said, getting up from his lawn chair and stretching. “I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.” He bent to kiss Shannon and then came around to give Russ a hug. “You two stay up and talk about me.”
    “I’m going to tell my brother all about our sex life,” Shannon threatened.
    “You do that. Eight inches, Russ. Don’t let her tell you any different.”
    Shannon rolled her eyes. “Oh, please .” But she was laughing, and she watched her husband with affectionate exasperation as he crudely grabbed his crotch and winked at Russ. “How did I marry such a pig?” she asked when Bill had gone inside.
    “You love it,” Russ replied. He tipped his beer up to drain the bottle.
    “I do. He’s adorable, even if he’s an ass.” She paused to take a ginger ale out of the cooler and then said as she sat back into her chair, “He doesn’t do that to other guys, you know.”
    “Hug