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it you’re having a hard time with it?”
    â€œDid you know he was into pills?”
    â€œIt’s not a surprise. So are half the people in this town. Everyone’s got their poison.” Sam looked down at his empty glass. Yeah. He’d probably been drunk three times in the past week, and tonight wasn’t shaping up to be much different. A sting of something like shame wormed into his gut, but he tamped it down. It wasn’t like he was an alcoholic or anything. He pushed the glass forward.
    â€œI’ll take another.”
    â€œI thought you were supposed to be working.”
    â€œDon’t give me any shit, Rach. I’ve had a helluva day.” Her eyes grew concerned again, but Sam didn’t feel like talking about the letter he’d received from his insurance company. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away. Yeah.
    â€œSo where’s Yuri tonight?” Rachel asked. She poured him another pint of Guinness, but this time left out the shot. Sam didn’t argue.
    â€œHow should I know?”
    â€œYou two seem to be spending a lot of time together lately—off the clock. I thought—”
    â€œWe’re just friends.”
    â€œYeah, and I’m your monkey’s uncle.”
    â€œNice to meet you.” Sam raised his glass. “I didn’t know my monkey had an uncle.”
    â€œDon’t be a jackass.” More customers entering the bar cut their conversation short. The Star was a popular after-work hangout for people in the neighborhood, but shit always got more interesting on gay night. As one of the only options in town, it drew men from a thirty-mile radius. One of the new arrivals was Sam’s type—dark hair, long legs, cowboy boots, and lips that looked like they knew their way around a cock. His dark eyes flashed when they met Sam’s, and Sam smiled over his pint.
    Another server brought Sam’s burger. He ate it carefully, every so often letting his eyes drift to Cowboy Boots to maintain the connection. He didn’t want to think about Feldman and his kids anymore. And he certainly didn’t want to think about the possibility Rachel was right about Yuri.
    They’d seen each other at work since the last time they’d fucked, and it had been fine. They hadn’t talked about it, of course, but they never did. It wasn’t that Yuri didn’t mean anything to Sam. They’d been friends for years and then business partners when Sam had bought into the company. He thought Yuri knew where they stood, but you could never be sure. After all, he didn’t want to fuck up their friendship or working relationship if things got weird. That might be one of the reasons he felt a little guilty making eyes at Cowboy Boots. The guy returned his look with a subtle nod that asked “your place or mine?”
    Shit. He needed to get back and finish up before his deadline, but he couldn’t face the photograph again. Not yet. He grabbed his wallet to pay the tab. A familiar voice said his name.
    Sam swiveled in his bar stool as Yuri slid into the seat next to him. He gave Sam a sunny grin, but the circles under his eyes told another story.
    â€œI thought I might find you here,” Yuri said. His Greek accent had faded over the years, but it was still damn sexy, and the smell of his fresh aftershave provided added enticement.
    Sam cleared his throat and looked away. “What’s up, man?”
    â€œI’ve been meaning to talk to you, but you ran off today and you never answer your phone.”
    â€œSorry. I have a thing due tomorrow.”
    â€œFinish it?”
    â€œNope.” Sam emptied his pint. “Working on it.”
    â€œSeems that way.” There was a pause in the conversation as Rachel noticed Yuri and came over.
    â€œHey, stranger. What can I get you?”
    â€œWhiskey, neat.”
    â€œAll right, baby.”
    â€œYou might as well bring me another too,” Sam