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I-T” standing long enough for the visiting team’s side to get a good look before we ran like hell.”
    I patted Hector on the back. “You too?”
    He nodded and then pushed up. “Shortly thereafter, Anthony and I became an item. Well, privately.”
    “So who knows you’re a couple?” I asked the question I’d wanted to know all evening.
    “Not many,” Hector said sourly.
    “ Papi please,” Tony begged.
    Hector sighed then hugged me close. We flopped backwards to lean against the couch shoulder to shoulder, his side plastered against mine. It felt nice. Kind of like it would if I had a brother. “You see, My Anthony, does not want to deal with the press, his family, or business issues if he were to come clean about his sexual orientation.”
    “That’s messed up.” I was surprised at how strong my tone came across.
    “You’re telling me!” Hector clinked glasses with mine.
    Tony set his glass on the table. “Look, it’s hard enough being a young boxer turned businessman. Add being gay to that and I’ve got a disaster on my hands. The league might not let me box.”
    Instantly, I felt indignant. “They can’t do that, can they? That’s slander, defamation or something!” My alcohol addled brain couldn’t quite come up with all the reasons that was awful at the moment, but the second I got the use of all my grey matter back I was going to come up with a humdinger of a reply.
    “Sadly, they would find other reasons, but being gay would be the underlying cause.  Then there’s business. I’m an Italian man who owns a family restaurant. The face of Fasano’s has always been my Pops, Ma, me and my four sisters.” I liked that he called his dad the same nickname I did. Connected us in a way.
    It was impossible to keep my mouth shut. “You have four sisters! Holy fucking shit. They are so going to know we’re not a couple!” I shook my head and Hector nodded. “Women know when something’s fishy. Are you sure they don’t know about you already?”
    Tony stood and started pacing. “They don’t know. I’ve given them no reason to think otherwise. What you also don’t know, Mia, and the biggest reason you’re here is because of the family name.”
    “Fasano,” I roared feeling like the kid in class that knew the answer and yelled it out without being called on.
    He sat down on the arm of the couch. “Yes. I am the sole heir to my father’s company, even though all of my sisters participate in some way. We make many of the decisions together.” He shook his head then laid his head in his hands. “It’s more than that. You see, I’m the only male Fasano left. If I don’t have a child, our name dies with me. And with me being gay…” his words trailed off and his head hung again, seemingly carrying theT entire weight of the world.
    “Do you want children?” I blurted out the question, as was my way when consuming copious amounts of alcohol. 
    Tony raked his fingers through the layers of his hair. His gaze went to Hector. “Um, well, we never really talked about it.”
    Hector seemed to get taller in his seat. He stood and walked over to Tony and cupped his cheeks. “Baby, do you want kids?”
    I should have left. Snuck out. Just wasn’t in my nature. No, I was the type to be quiet as a mouse and get all up in this business without getting caught.
    Tony looked at Hector with love and sadness in his eyes. “I always did.” His voice sounded hoarse, thick with emotion.
    “We can find a way, adopt or you know, maybe a surrogate.”
    I smiled so wide then socked back the rest of my wine in one gulp allowing it to burn a trail down my throat. Standing up I flung out a hand to brace myself trying to get my legs back in working order.
    “That’s my cue. My work here is done.” I bent over and bowed. The two men didn’t even notice, too lost in each other. They just held one another, foreheads touching whispering words only they could hear. It was beautiful. More than that. It was