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jeans on without bothering with underwear. “You can’t stay the night.”
    “Why?”
    Solo glanced at Eric and sighed. “I’m not sure you understand how dangerous it could be if the club finds out I’m fucking a cop.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “There’ll be no going out on dates. It’ll be fucking behind a locked door for a few hours.” Solo sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his boots. “You accept that, and we’re good.”
    “It would be safer if we did it at my place,” Eric offered. “Then maybe you could at least stay in bed long enough for my cum to dry on the sheet.” Truthfully, he didn’t feel comfortable at Solo’s even without the threat of being found out. It wasn’t the trailer itself that bothered him, it was the lie perpetuated within. The naked posters and calendar, the complete lack of anything personal on the tables or walls. He didn’t know a lot about Solo, but there was no way in hell the man was a blank slate. In bed, Solo was incredibly passionate, but there had to be more to him than that.
    “I’d rather be here.” Solo reached for his other boot. “Your house gives me the creeps.”
    Shocked, Eric sat up. He’d worked damn hard to rehab his home. He’d put years into the place, going to estate sales to help furnish the rooms on a budget. “You’re calling my house creepy?”
    “It’s too perfect, like a damn TV show. No one really lives like that.”
    Eric climbed off the bed. His house wasn’t perfect. It was nice, but far from a TV show. He grabbed his jeans and underwear.
    “I wasn’t trying to piss you off.” Solo was fully dressed and standing with his legs slightly apart and his arms crossed over his chest. “We could do the hotel thing.”
    “No!” Eric snapped. “I have a nice house. I’ve worked damn hard on that house,” he spat.
    “Let me guess, your place looks just like the house you grew up in? Your dad’s probably some kind of IT geek and your mom stays home and bakes pies and shit.”
    Angrier than ever, Eric stalked over to Solo and stared him in the eyes. “Wrong, asshole. I grew up in a series of foster homes. I don’t even know who my dad is, and my mom liked selling her pussy more than her own son.” He shoved his feet into his shoes. “Fuck you for making me question something I’ve worked so hard to get. And, maybe you’re right. Maybe my place is something you’d see only on TV, but it makes me feel like I have a home for the first time in my life.”
    So upset he couldn’t see straight, Eric shoved by Solo and walked toward the front of the trailer. “I’ll find my own way back to the school.” He unlocked the front door and was gone without a single word from Solo.
    Eric made it out of the trailer park before he heard the deep rumble of Solo’s Nova coming up behind him. He didn’t bother turning around. With a few flippant words, Solo had tainted something precious to him. What the hell was he supposed to do when they caught the dealer and Solo walked out of his life for good? Fuck!
    Solo pulled up next to Eric and motioned for him to get in.
    Eric shook his head and kept walking.
    With a roar of the engine, Solo drove up several yards before slamming on the brakes and opening the driver’s side door. “Get in the goddamn car, Blue.”
    The nickname made Eric pause. “Fine,” he growled. He slid in before slamming the passenger door shut.
    Solo climbed back in. “Never start something with me unless you’re gonna stick around long enough to finish it.” He took off toward the school. They drove in silence for several minutes before Solo spoke, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “Well, you did.” Eric continued to stare out the passenger window.
    “Funny thing is, our pasts are a lot alike. I didn’t grow up with a dad either. He got into some kind of trouble and the cops started sniffing around. Next thing I knew, he was gone, leaving me with my drunk of a mother. Hell, she didn’t