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hurt and had to quit. He was a good guy, or at least he was before he got hurt. I caught him cheating in our bed, with my best friend. My female best friend.”
    It’s a bad idea.
    It was too soon, and Peter was too confused to think clearly, but the words came out of his mouth regardless.
    “I have a spare room. Two actually, so you could take your pick.”
    Luka frowned. “Are you sure, Peter? I could have turned into a psycho or something since you last saw me. I could have married Kayleigh Simpson, for all you know!”
    Wow! Awkward.
    Forcing a smile on his face, Peter let out a small laugh before coming clean. “Now that would be a dumb-ass move. Especially since I married her, and know exactly what kind of coldhearted bitch she is.”
    Now it was Luka’s turn to do the fish-face. “Oh my god, you didn’t! Peter come on, tell me you didn’t let her catch you.”
    It was meant to be a joke but, whether from lack of sleep or frustration in not knowing why the hell he was attracted to his old best friend, something broke in him. “I was lonely and wanted a family and someone to love,” he said shortly, revealing more than he should.
    Irritated that he’d lost his temper he walked around the car and opened the trunk. He threw the bags in, and barely resisted the urge to slam it shut. To be honest, it was only that he couldn’t bear the thought of waking and possibly scaring Loukas that stopped him.
    “Holy shit, Peter. I am so sorry. It was a joke, I swear. I didn’t even see a wedding ring... Of course you’re married. Well, Kayleigh makes a beautiful baby, anyway.” The apologetic, almost pleading tone in Luka’s voice made Peter turn to face him, and then he wished he hadn’t.
    Luka stood just behind him, head down and hands in front of him clutching the scrunched-up bandana.
    Now Peter felt guilt.
    “No, I’m sorry I snapped. We got divorced when I realized she didn’t love Loukas. You know, one time I found her telling him that he’d ruined everything and that she wished she’d miscarried again?”
    “That’s awful! …Again?”
    “Why do you think I married her in the first place? She caught me at a low point, and I didn’t say no that time. I didn’t love her, but I love Loukas with everything that I am.” Peter shrugged. Thinking about it now, perhaps he should have pointed Kayleigh toward his father; they were two peas in the same pod.
    “Well, at least I know you didn’t dive completely off the deep end, then,” Luka tried to lighten the mood, smirking hopefully.
    “No, thank god. The offer of a place to live is still good.” A part of him really didn’t want to just wait until Luka called him to stay in touch.
    “If you’re sure? Okay, I’ll accept, then. If you give me your address, I can be there after the show ends,” Luka said, practically bouncing. It was unbelievably weird to see the little boy he’d spent every day with until he was nine in the man he’d been amazed by just a couple of hours ago.
    Peter quickly wrote down his address and numbers on the back of a business card he found in his jacket pocket, and handed it over. “I’m really glad I came tonight.”
    “Me too.” Luka grinned, and Peter thought he might just make an embarrassment of himself as his penis started to wake up behind his zipper. He got in the car and waved before watching Luka go back inside the theatre.
    He sat there for a few more minutes, thinking about everything he’d just learned. And it was only thinking about his ex-wife that made his erection go down.
    Leaning his forehead against the steering wheel, Peter groaned.
    “I’m in trouble.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Hours later Peter sat on his couch, nervously tapping his knee.
    He’d just gotten a call from Luka, on a friend’s phone apparently, saying he’d be there in half an hour and asking whether Peter wanted him to pick up anything.
    As it turned out, he did. The last pack of baby wipes had a broken seal, and the wipes