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but with three older brothers, all living and working on the six-hundred and seventy acre
spread, Becket s help wasn t needed or wanted.
Locky s not here if that s what you re hoping for, Charlie informed Becket.
Resident Assistant Lockland Regent was the golden unicorn, the one man Becket
continued to drool over but had never been able to conquer. It didn t seem to matter how
many times he caught Locky looking at him with lust in his eyes, he always turned Becket
away when the offer was made.
What about Fallon? The uncle of one of his old housemates may not have been
Becket s first choice, but Fallon was hot and rich, two of his favourite things. Besides, for
some reason, Fallon s ongoing interest in getting Becket into bed seemed to infuriate Locky.
Stay away from Fallon. He s too damn old for you, Charlie scolded.
Becket grinned. Forbidden fruit always tasted better. Will you let me come? I ll pay.
You ll clean. This place needs a good cleaning from top to bottom before the fall
semester, and since I obviously can t do it, and Jack s taken a job at one of the local bars for
the summer, we were planning to hire it out. However, since you obviously have the time,
you can do it in exchange for room and board. How s that?
The thought of cleaning the house made Becket groan. He weighed the work involved
against his need to be within a two mile radius of gay bars, and, as usual, his sex drive won
out. Fine.
* * * *
Locky loosened his tie after a long day and fixed himself a Jack and Coke. The money
he earned practicing law at his father s firm would pay his bills for the rest of the year, but
the clients he dealt with made him feel dirty at the end of the day.
Lockland, are you joining us for dinner this evening? his mother, Gloria Regent,
asked.
Not tonight. I m meeting friends. Locky took another sip of his drink and settled
himself on the tufted red leather sofa in the den. He cursed himself for giving up his
apartment, but it didn t make sense to hold onto the damn thing when he was only home
three months out of the year.
Will Brooks be driving you? Gloria asked.
The last thing Locky needed was for the family chauffer to know his business. No, I ll
drive myself.
Well, be careful, dear, Gloria said before leaving the room.
Locky finished his drink before going up the back staircase to his bedroom suite. He
had no plans to meet friends, but he did hope to get laid. It wasn t often that he went in
search of a random partner for the night, but he needed to get Becket out of his head and
dreams.
Showered and dressed to impress, Locky left the house. He ate a quick dinner at his
favourite restaurant in Portland before arriving at the club around ten-thirty. It was still early
for the usual crowd, but that suited him fine. He had a few ghosts he needed to exorcise
before he d be in a party mood anyway.
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Hey, Bobo, Locky greeted the owner. He d known Bobo for years and had even
helped him out of a few tickets early in his career. It was the first time he d stepped foot in
the club since the night that had changed his life.
Bobo s blue eyes opened wide. Locky? He grabbed Locky into a bear hug, fitting for
someone of Bobo s size. I didn t think I d ever see you again.
It had been almost two years since Locky had left Bobo s Bar late one night, slightly
tipsy and rejuvenated after a blowjob in the bathroom, to stumble upon a young man beaten
and dying beside his car. Despite his best attempts, the guy, Steven Rajos, had died in
Locky s arms, forever changing the way he viewed his future. I figured it was time.
Bobo released him and went around behind the bar. What can I get ya?
Jack and Coke. Locky crossed his arms and rested them on the familiar bar. Even
after moving away, he still kept track of the local news, hoping the police would catch the
group who had beaten Steven, but still nothing. Any more trouble?
Bobo slid Locky s drink across the bar. Not like that night, not here anyway. There ve
been similar incidents at other clubs, but the kids all made it.
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