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.Miller nodded and reached for his glass.“That’s what I thought.”Garrett rolled his eyes.“Think what you like.”“I know you, Garrett.I highly doubt you enjoy sharing your body with a bunch of grubby strangers, regardless of how well they compensate you.”Garrett was saved from answering by the arrival of their food, for which he was thankful because he didn’t know how the hell to respond without confessing Miller was right.Since he’d rather sprinkle glass on his pizza than do that, he tucked into his food and sneaked a few covert glances at Miller while the other man was concentrating on eating.Miller’s bright blue eyes looked bigger than usual, and his sharp cheekbones were flushed, as if he’d been outside in the frigid wind a little too long.The deep green sweater he had on looked soft and expensive, the V-neck showing a hint of smooth skin.Recalling how Miller responded to being kissed on the long curve of his throat made Garrett’s gut clench and something a little lower tingle with need.Garrett chugged down the contents of his glass and poured himself another one.He hated how his traitorous body responded to the other man, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it other than stay far the hell away from Miller.Since that didn’t appear to be in the cards, he was just going to have to learn to live with the uncomfortable sensation until Miller finished up whatever he needed to do in town and returned to Washington, DC.The pizza disappeared all too soon, along with the rest of the beer.Miller ordered a second pitcher, and they started in on that while they made awkward small talk about things neither of them seemed to particularly care about.Halfway through the second pitcher, they ran out of topics and fell silent.Garrett didn’t know what to say, and Miller didn’t appear to be having any luck coming up with anything either.Since the food was gone, Garrett didn’t really have any reason to stay, yet he couldn’t seem to hoist his ass out of the booth.He refused to examine his reluctance too closely.Finally, just when the silence was becoming unbearable, Miller tapped his fingers on the tabletop.“Should I order another pizza to go? You could take it home for Vaughn.He might like leftovers in the morning.”Irritation sliced through Garrett like a knife sliding through warm butter.He swallowed the last of what had to be his fifth—or was that sixth?—glass of beer and slammed the cup down on the table a little harder than he’d intended.“I don’t want or need your charity.”Miller held his hands up, palms facing out.“Jesus, Garrett, charity has nothing to do with it.I just thought the kid might like some pizza.”Miller’s attempt to placate him only pissed Garrett off more.“You’re so full of shit, Miller.What would you know about my brother? Or me, for that matter.You come waltzing back into town after six long years and barge back into my life like you belong here and know what’s best for everyone.Well, fuck you.Where were you when I was eighteen and all alone, grieving for my mom and struggling to raise a sad little boy while working sixty hours a week to make ends meet? Huh? You were off prancing around at university, having a grand ole time without the broke loser you left behind.Well, let me tell you something, Mr.High-and-Mighty.I got by on my own then, and I sure as hell don’t need you now.”While Miller sputtered, Garrett slid out of the booth, threw a twenty-dollar bill down on the table, and stormed out of the restaurant.His conscience screamed that he was overreacting, but he didn’t stop, and he didn’t turn back.Frankly, he didn’t give a damn if he was being an asshole.He’d had enough of this shit.Being around Miller was like trying to cuddle a Molotov cocktail—stupid and guaranteed to blow up in your face.Frigid wind slapped him in the face as he headed toward the parking lot behind the building.He shivered, only then remembering the coat he’d left behind in the restaurant.Fuck it.Hell could freeze over before he went after the damn thing.He’d just make do without it.He didn’t need it or anything else.Or anybody, for that matter.Damn Miller Jacobs.Damn him for leaving, and damn him for coming home and opening old wounds that were better left alone.Damn his pretty eyes and the confident swagger he’d picked up while they were apart.Garrett hoped Miller’s dick froze off and shattered into a million pieces.Not watching where he was going, Garrett walked over a slick patch of ice.His feet skidded and he pinwheeled his arms, his head spinning from all the alcohol he’d chugged with dinner [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]