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Boys of Summer: St. Joe
 
Danny Esposito tossed another pair of socks and two more pair of underwear into theovernight bag and zipped it closed. It was just a weekend in Orange County and he didn’tneed much; jeans and polo shirts ought to do it for a short scouting trip. If things went asexpected, there’d be time to break out the Armani suits and Berluti laceups later.
 
Glancing down at a photograph propped against his PC, Danny paused and smiled at thecarefree moment it captured. Two college kids in baseball uniforms grinned into thecamera, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, each with a baseball glove held closeagainst his side.
 
Him and DJ at the College World Series.
 
Sherman, set the Wayback Machine.
 
DJ still lived in OC. Danny’d have to send DJ a card -- maybe they could get together for a drink. It’d be fun to see his first boyfriend -- his first love -- again and talk over oldtimes. Picking up his car keys from off the desk, Danny grabbed the overnight bag andheaded out the door.
 
* * *
 
“What’s that?”
 
DJ looked up. Joe was no longer flipping through his own stack of mail, his gaze nowfixed on what DJ held in his hands.
 
“Nothin’. Just a card.”
 
If Joe was trying for nonchalant, he was failing badly when he cocked an eyebrow inDJ’s direction. “Christmas card?”
 
“No, Groundhog Day -- it’s a little early. Yes, a Christmas card. Now, what are youreally asking?” DJ rewound from his trip down memory lane to look at Joe. Immaculatesuit only the slightest bit rumpled, even at the end of a long day. A thick swatch of silkydark hair sliding down his forehead. Dark eyes over a straight, elegant nose and sensuallips of the darkest pink curved uncharacteristically downward.It finally came to DJ that what felt so odd, so out of place, was the realization that he was being grilled and he wasn’t at all sure he liked the feeling.
 
“Who’s that in the picture?”
 
 
“Huh? Nobody. Just an old friend.” DJ had been preoccupied reading the note in the card,letting the picture fall to land face up on the dining room table.“Boyfriend?”“Yeah, I guess.”
 
Sidling over to pick up the photo, Joe held it gingerly between two fingers, like it might be radioactive. “He’s cute. What’s his name?”
 
“Danny Esposito. Why?” Tilting his head a bit to one side, as though that mightsomehow make Joe’s attitude more comprehensible, DJ came around to stand next to Joeand take another look at the picture. It was an old one; so old DJ had forgotten itsexistence until it had fallen out of Danny’s card.
 
“You two look happy.”
 
“I suppose.” DJ shrugged and turned to lay a hand on Joe’s arm. Suddenly he needed thereassurance of touch. “It was a long time ago. That’s water way under the bridge.”
 
Joe’s eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
 
“Yeah, I’m sure. Why aren’t you?” Sliding his hand up Joe’s arm, DJ brushed Joe’s hair  back behind one ear, leaving his hand to rest warmly against Joe’s neck.“I don’t know.” Joe’s gaze slid away to look at the picture again. “I guess there’s a wholelifetime of things -- people -- in your past that I don’t know anything about. He’s a good-looking guy. Who’s to say he won’t show up looking to get back with you?”
 
“Joe?”Still staring at the picture, Joe didn’t look up. “What?”
 
“Who are you really and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
 
That got Joe’s attention. Joe’s head came up and DJ got a look at those burnt chocolateeyes, the ones that made his insides turn over every time. Only now they were hesitant --not the self-assured, even cocky, gaze DJ was used to. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
 
“It means, what happened to my king-of-cool boyfriend and who’s this guy who’s soinsecure all of a sudden?”
 
Joe’s hands came up to rest at DJ’s waist, fingers curling into his T-shirt, his gaze boringinto DJ’s with an intensity DJ didn’t know how to read. “You have no idea what aheartbreaker you are. I still can’t believe you were single when I came along.”
 
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