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. Marco made a biceps flex.Silver pictured the cut over Zeb s hips, how he should have licked them yesterday when hehad the chance, remembered the power in his thighs, the unfamiliar damage to his hands. He sstrong enough. Thank him.And thank you.For saving me.Again. Thank Quinn.I didn t do anything. But they helped me because of you.Because it s your family. It s only because of the judge.The protest came immediately to mind, but Silver didn t say it.Because they kind of were.A family.Marco rolled onto his other side, facing away.Silver figured Marco was crying again, but heobviously didn t want Silver to see.Silver stroked a hand through Marco s curls. Is it always this bad? Marco asked. At first.It gets better. Maybe Silver should lie.But Marco deserved to know. But it alwayshurts. He put an arm around Marco and held him until he fell asleep. Chapter TwentySilver jerked awake.He d never intended to fall asleep.Marco was breathing deeply, curledin a tight ball like a kitten.Checking his phone, Silver found out he d only been out for abouttwenty minutes, and Eli had sent a text every two minutes.I didn t mean for you to fuck him.What are you doing up there?OMG cops R hereIt s OK.Quinn does responsible suburban homeowner well.Jamie showing up helped.Brother didn t call cops.Nosy neighbor.Mrs.Murdoch.Sounds like a character on a sitcom.We re getting pizza.Silver slipped downstairs.Voices in the dining room had him headed there in time to hearJamie complain, Christ, why the hell can t these damn kids wait till they leave home before theyannounce they like dick.Like we did. That s your solution? Quinn s growl was so different than his usual calm voice.Silver saw alittle of what got Eli so hot and bothered. How much of a choice do you think I had? Eli said. I didn t announce it.I couldn t fuckinghide it. He glanced up as Silver came in. How is he? Silver shrugged. Asleep. He clamped down on a sigh of relief when Zeb came in from thekitchen.Silver had expected him to have taken off after the showdown was over.Zeb met Silver s eyes and gave him a smile that made him feel like the only person in the room.Jamie slammed back against his chair. And in the meantime you re going to run a home forwayward youth? I think the cops thought you were running a stable of boys out of here. The problem is that there isn t anyplace in the city for them to go. Zeb leaned against thearchway to the kitchen. Like a safe house. Well, Quinn can t take em all in.Do you even have a bed for this one? Jamie jerked athumb toward the ceiling.The doorbell rang, and Quinn pushed to his feet. We can handle it. He paused to rest hishands on Eli s shoulders for a moment then went into the hall. I ll get napkins. Eli shoved back from the table, glaring at Jamie.Silver followed Eli into the kitchen, pausing to whisper, Don t take off, okay? to Zeb.AsSilver opened the fridge he asked Eli, Beer or soda? His Royal Asshattedness can deal with iced tea. Eli got down some glasses. Um.Thanks.For bailing out Marco like that. Quinn did it.I had no idea what the fuck we were going to do. Eli leaned his back againstthe counter and shoved his bangs out of his face. He gets kind of I think he s trying to help meback then? Not that it makes any sense. Since Silver wondered if Zeb had been doing the same thing when he got in Timo s face, it did.But explaining that to Eli was too complicated, so Silver nodded. Eli sighed. Man, can you imagine if we d had a place like that to go to instead? A place like what? Silver stepped around him. Plates? Yeah.A place like Zeb said.For queer kids with no place else to go. Was that what Zeb was talking about? Silver must have missed that part of the conversation. Sounds like more social workers.And what if the kids parents try to get them back? Zeb says they have them in other cities.There must be a way.That would be tons better thanthe shithole where we met. I guess
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