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partner, and told him we’d be a little late. I thought you should get a look at BK before you blow Dane off this afternoon.”
    “I wouldn’t blow him off anyway. I may be stubborn, but I’m not an asshole,” he mumbled, opening his door.
    Chet joined Bobby on the sidewalk leading to the house. “I know you wouldn’t. I just meant you should make an informed decision.”
    Although Chet hadn’t mentioned their earlier conversation, Bobby could tell it was still on his mind. It was a good thing, in his opinion. He may not have meant to bring up his past lovers, but he hadn’t missed the expression of jealousy on Chet’s face when he had. Good. How many nights had he sat up wondering if Chet was sleeping beside some guy?
    “Charlie and Jack are already at Demitri’s, but Locky, the new guy, agreed to come back to give you a tour.” Chet reached out and rang the doorbell.
    “Cool.”
    Chet glanced down. “Are you limping?”
    Fuck . Bobby shrugged. “You drive from Arkansas to Idaho and see if you aren’t sore.”
    “No thanks. Any more than a couple hours and I go into some kinda trance.” He grinned. “I still can’t believe you didn’t get a hotel room along the way.” Chet’s hand went to the small of Bobby Ray’s back and he almost melted right there on the stoop.
    Before Bobby Ray could fully enjoy the moment, the front door opened. Damn. “Hello,” he said automatically.
    The handsome man smiled and held out his hand. “You must be Bobby Ray. Locky Regent.”
    “Nice to meet you,” Bobby replied, shaking Locky’s hand.
    Locky nodded in Chet’s direction. “Good to see you again.”
    “You, too,” Chet said.
    Locky ushered them into the house and closed the door. “We finally got the a/c fixed, but I think it’s going to take a while for the house to cool down to where it should be.” Locky gestured towards the large open room. “Obviously, this is the living room,” he said, beginning the tour.
    Bobby followed Locky around the house while Chet watched the end of the baseball game he’d started at home. “How many guys live here?”
    “We have twenty-two, including you. There were a lot of freshmen requesting placement at BK this year, but we just don’t have the room.”
    “You mean there’s a waiting list or something?” Bobby had waited until the last possible moment to make the call to Coach Nelson about transferring. He hated the thought that he’d jumped to the front of the list because of who he was.
    Locky chuckled. “Yep, but Demitri’s come up with a solution.” He led Bobby into a huge room. “This is our newest addition. It’s a place for residents and non-residents to gather and hang out.”
    Bobby liked that idea. “So you don’t have to live here to come by?”
    “Right. Demitri’s been talking to one of BK’s biggest supporters, Tony Bianchi, about building another house on the other side of campus, but until then, he wanted a refuge for students to get away to if they needed.”
    Bobby nodded. “I imagine that magazine article brought a lot of attention to BK. I know this place is one of the reasons I wanted to transfer.” He looked around the room. There were several groupings of over-stuffed furniture, a huge television mounted on the wall and a small kitchenette in the far corner. “Looks nice.”
    “We think so.” Locky gestured to a door. “That’s the study room. There are desks and computers in there in case you need the quiet. All courtesy of Tony Bianchi.”
    BK House was everything Bobby had hoped for and more. Unfortunately, the guilt started to set in as they wound up the tour. Before they arrived back in the living room, Bobby stopped walking and cleared his throat. “If I do what Coach Sloan wants and move in with this Dane guy, would I still be able to come here if I wanted?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “And you’ll be able to move one of those incoming freshmen up on the list?”
    “Yep.” Locky put a hand on Bobby’s