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scene. We sold the condo, split the money, and he found a new place while I got transferred to the big city and got myself my little apartment. And I dove into work, wanting to get stabilized.
    Stabilized to the point where I backed into some hot guy’s car, and then proceeded to fall madly in love with him.
    Because don’t get me wrong. The threeway and drugs aside, I did love Steven. It was just . . . thirty was looming ahead of me, and I panicked. Should six months of an amazing relationship get thrown away for one night of a bad decision? Okay, two nights.
    At least I’d bailed tonight before I made it three. Brandon had never hit on me before. What had been up with that?
    A silhouette moved in Steven’s house. Why was I standing out here watching? He was home. I should just go knock and get it over with. If I confessed and apologized, he’d forgive me, and then things would get back to normal, not this bizarro world we’d lived in the past two days.
    I crossed the street toward his house, past his Rabbit.
    There were two silhouettes.
    Steven wasn’t alone.
    I about-faced and crossed back over. I couldn’t even be mad seeing as I’d spent the night with the twins. And who knew if it was a trick anyway? It could just be a friend. Their shadows came together. Okay, not just a friend. But how could I be mad at him for doing what I’d already done? Two wrongs made a right, in this case, right?
    I walked away, not daring to look back. I decided I would call in the morning, would let him have his night of indiscretion too. Then we were even. Steven.

Chapter 7
    S unday brunch at the Duchess was basically a repeat of Saturday brunch at the Duchess, just with more mimosas. I was exhausted. Every time I’d closed my eyes, I’d pictured Steven with some random guy. And I knew it was my fault. I’d driven him to it. He’d never have done it if he hadn’t found drugs in my pocket, and there were no good reasons or excuses for the drugs being there. So when Dinah called and asked me to brunch, I figured why not. If I wasn’t going to sleep, I might as well get morning-drunk.
    Dinah was my girl. Every fag needs a hag, and she was mine. When Aaron and I split and I set off to my new life in the big city, she’d even come along. For the first six months, we’d been inseparable, and she was my only social outlet at all. Movie nights and dinners and cocktails at my place were just enough socializing to keep me from going totally insane.
    Then Dinah had gotten a boyfriend. Yes, even hags need love, as strange as it may sound. And although that meant less frequent outings with her gay bestie, Dinah made a point of holding to one of our traditions: Sunday brunch. When Steven and I started dating and he introduced me to the Duchess, Dinah and I gladly relocated our Sunday, and so that’s where I found myself, emotionally hung over and Steven-less.
    â€œSo what did you do?” She’d never been one to hold back.
    â€œIt was ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Wednesday night, I stopped in at the Palace for a drink after work and saw the Caterpillar, and figured, why not?”
    â€œYou gays and your drugs! On a Wednesday, Alex? Really?”
    â€œIt was dumb, I know. So anyway, Thursday, I was over at Steven’s, and we’d just finished fucking—”
    â€œI don’t need the details there.”
    â€œAre you sure? I don’t mind. I know you and Twitten probably need pointers.”
    â€œHis name is Christopher, and our sex life is fine. More than I can say for yours right now.”
    â€œOh, my sex life is fine, that’s a different story.”
    â€œAlex, you didn’t!”
    â€œGuilty.” I had the decency to look shamefaced at least. “Which story do you want first?”
    She paused. “Who was the sex with?”
    â€œThe twins.”
    She choked on her