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“Let’s get one thing straight here, as contradictory as that may be,” He said,
rubbing his chin.  “I’m not sassy.  I may have a taste for fashion, but you
will never see me flipping a scarf over my shoulder, and I don’t do the limp
wrist thing.  I’m just a normal guy, who happens to like guys. Okay?”
         She
nodded with a very serious expression on her face, “Okay.”
         He
was trying very hard not to laugh on the inside.  He was actually pretty amused
by the entire conversation.  He gave her a grin finally, and then nodded before
pointing down the hallway.  “So I’ll be in my office if you need me,” He said,
starting that way, before he stopped and turned back to her.  “And should Mrs.
Birmingham call, tell her that I’m filled up for the next three weeks, and it
may possibly be after Thanksgiving before I can get her in again.”
        
“Got it,” Natasha said, giving him a salute.  He nodded, and then disappeared
back into the sanctuary of his office.
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         The
rest of his day passed by pretty quickly.  Houston slept for the most part, so
Kasen had lots of free time to himself.  Though he wasn’t really thinking
properly.  He was far too distracted with thoughts of the guy from the dog
park, which was silly considering it was a waste of time.  Kasen knew he’d
never be able to find anyone as long as he lived in Chartreuse. 
         It
was a pretty depressing thought.  Knowing that he’d never be able to find love
in his own home town.  Then again, didn’t Rose find love on the Titanic?  With
a total stranger?  Albeit, he died in the end, but they’d had a romance most
people would kill for.
         He
let out a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his
thumb and forefinger.  He was only going to give himself a headache with all of
these useless thoughts.  The story of his life.  His phone was ringing then,
and he glanced at the caller I.D.  It was his mother, but he didn’t feel like
talking to her, so he let it go to voicemail.
         She
would probably leave a nasty one, but he’d deal with that later.  Right now, he
just wanted to think about other things.  Like Rowan.  God, he needed to stop
that!  It was useless.  There was no point in thinking about someone he’d never
be able to have.  Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered being gay.   Well,
now that didn’t make sense.  He couldn’t start being straight for the hell of
it.  It wasn’t something that changed at the drop of a hat.  It was something
he’d just always known, and people would just have to accept that.
         Stupid
thoughts.  There were always so many stupid thoughts running through his mind. 
He heaved another sigh, shutting down his computer before he got up and walked
into the bathroom to turn on the shower.  Hadn’t he already showered today? 
Yes.  But he needed to do something else other than think about a guy.  A
really handsome guy with a voice as smooth as silk and skin that probably felt
the same.
         He
shook his head, undressing quickly before stepping into the shower and letting
the hot water beat down onto him once again.  There was nothing like
distracting himself with the smell of Old Spice.  He soaped up his mop of brown
hair as quickly as he could, massaging his scalp with his short nails as he let
out a small groan of approval.
         But
even as his eyes shut tightly to avoid that dreadful sting of suds, all he
could see was that face and that smile.  He was going to go
insane before the day was done.  It was only five thirty.  God help him.  He
quickly rinsed, only to start soaping up his body……and that definitely didn’t
help things.
         In
his mind, he was wondering what it would be like to feel those abnormally warm
hands against his skin; touching, caressing.  He let out a small breath. 
Really? Was this how it was