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you.”
    Pres could hear Ric sliding his chair back, the disappointment clearly evident in his now monotone. He didn’t want Ric to leave with bad thoughts. He knew he wanted Ric as a friend and maybe even…
    “Have a good evening, Pres. Hope you get all that work done,” Ric said before Pres heard him push his chair in.
    Pres stood abruptly. “Wait! Ric, hold on. I was wondering if you’d like to come by my place this week and let me prove to you that homemade is better than instant.” Pres smiled.
    “I’ll let you know. I actually keep a pretty busy schedule myself. To be honest, I rarely have time to even sit and eat a meal…but thanks for the offer. Good night.”
    Before Pres could say another word, Ric’s footsteps were loud as he walked away. Goddamn it. Pres yanked his wallet out of his back pocket and made his way to the front side of the bar to pay the tab.
    “It’s already taken care of, Mr. Vaughn,” he heard the bartender say after he tried to hand the man his credit card.
    Fuck. He’d blown Ric off for no fucking reason, and the man had paid both their tabs . Shit.

Chapter Nine
     
    Pres made his way out of the lounge, trying desperately not to stumble or wobble. It was a little unnerving to see a blind man drunk and falling all over the place.Pres made his way to his apartment with very little trouble, and as soon as he opened the door, Josey was there wagging his tail.
    “All right, boy. Come on.” Pres grabbed the leash off the hook and turned around, heading back to the elevators. He caught a faint whiff of Ric’s cologne that still lingered in the hallway. Pres’s brow creased with frustration.
    Ric probably wouldn’t want to escort a blind man around town anyway. Forget it. I’ll probably never have a real friend again.
    The thought pained him more than he wanted to admit. The fact of the matter was he was lonely and miserable eighty percent of the time. His girlfriend barely came to see him…let alone made love to him. Maybe she’ll come by tonight…right.
    Thirty minutes later, Pres returned from his walk with Josey and let himself into his condo. Josey let out a low, menacing growl, and Pres’s footsteps halted in the foyer at the sound of his shower running.
    What the fuck?
    Pres smelled a subtle cologne fragrance lingering in the entrance to his home. He began to move toward his bedroom when Josey began whimpering and pulling on his pants legs. He bent down and gave him a reassuring rub.
    “Calm down, boy. I don’t think a criminal is going to wash up first before he hurts me.”
    Pres unhooked Josey’s collar and continued into his bedroom. He pushed open his bathroom door and was bombarded with steam and the scent of his favorite body wash.
    “You’re a detective. You should know breaking and entering is a felony.” Pres leaned against the wall and pulled a fluffy towel off the rack. He heard the shower door slide open.
    “You should have a better lock on that door, sexy. Anyone can get in here.” Leo’s husky voice penetrated right through Pres’s intoxication.
    Pres sucked his teeth, but couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his mouth. “What are you doing here, Leo?”
    “I told you I was coming, remember? Have I ever not done something I said I was going to do?” he asked while taking the towel from him.
    “No, I guess not.” Pres huffed tiredly as he began to walk out the bathroom. He felt Leo reach out and grip his arm.
    “Hey,” he whispered.
    “Hey,” Pres whispered back. He let his frat brother and longtime friend pull him into his wet, solid chest. Pres held on to the rock-hard body. He couldn’t help but remember back to how Leo looked when he lay underneath him so many nights in their senior year. Pres would stare at the tribal tattoo on Leo’s left pec before tonguing and tugging on his nipple piercings, exactly how Leo instructed. Back then Pres still didn’t consider himself gay. “Just doing typical college experimenting,” he’d