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mirth. “Come here.” He grabbed Edward’s arms and began to pull, laughing hysterically as he did so. Several other patrons turned their way, looking on in disapproval.
    “Would you mind?” A heavyset man in a white apron came over to them. “This is a family restaurant.”
    “His hands are stuck in his pockets,” Fox said loudly. “Don’t just stand there. Help us.”
    By the time Fox and the burly chef had freed his hands, Edward’s cheeks burned scarlet, and everyone was staring at them. It was like one of his bad dreams where he found himself wandering through Trafalgar Square naked. “Now sit down and behave yourselves,” the apron man commanded, clearly displeased with them.
    Fox kept bursting into fresh giggles while they read the menu and ordered a Thai rice bowl each with curried tofu and a glass of papaya juice.
    What on earth had become of Edward’s quiet, respectable life in the last twenty-four hours? He’d had sex with a prostitute, not once but twice—one time in a filthy back alley. He’d made himself ridiculous every time he attempted to look cool. The young man in front of him, whose blue eyes were a magnet for his, obviously considered him a semiretarded nerd of the worst kind. The excitement that had surged within him when Fox had said come here and then proceeded to wank him off was a thing he had never before experienced. Now all he wanted was to get away from him with the last shreds of his dignity intact.
    A shadow fell over them when the big man brought their order. Fearfully Edward looked up, surprised to see the man’s face soften into a semblance of a smile. “Enjoy that, boys. You make a nice couple,” he said kindly.
    “We’re not a couple. He’s a prostitute.” The words tumbled from Edward’s tongue before he could stop them.
    The kind eyes narrowed into an angry glare before being cast up to the ceiling. “Just eat up and get the fuck out of here.” Edward dropped his chin onto his chest. Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut?
    “Thanks for telling everyone I’m an arse for rent.” Fox picked up his fork and took a large bite.
    “I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry. A thing comes into my head, and it comes out of my mouth before I know it. I can’t help myself.” Meeting his eyes, Fox took a long slurp of his papaya juice but did not respond.
    Edward looked at his food, unable to manage a bite. When he was upset, his appetite was always the first thing to go. He took his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a credit card. “Let me pay you for the—you know.” He proffered the card.
    Fox stared at it for a moment. “Are you taking the piss?”
    “No.”
    Spluttering food from his mouth, Fox laughed again. “You’re not, are you?” For a moment Edward was stunned. What the hell had he done now? He looked at the credit card in his hand. Suddenly the sheer stupidity of trying to pay a prostitute with a credit card struck him, and he too began to laugh. He had never laughed like this in his life. When his papaya juice went flying off the table, the apron man came running out from behind the counter. “Get out, both of you. Now!”
    For a moment Edward sat terrified, not knowing what to do. How utterly humiliating to be thrown out of a restaurant! Fox grabbed his hand and dragged him from the place, running hell-for-leather down the street, screaming with laughter. Adrenaline rushed through his muscles. The only other time he had been this excited was when he was first written up in the science journals.
    “Fuck, Eddie, you’re so weird,” Fox said when they came to a halt.
    “I know. I can’t help it. I don’t suppose you want to come home with me again?”
    “Yeah, I’d love to.”
    “I didn’t think you would, but I thought I’d ask… What?”
    “I said I’d love to.”
    A smaller adrenaline surge washed through his belly when Fox took his hand as they walked along the quiet streets to Bloomsbury. By the time they got there