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back at me before giving me one of his famous bear hugs.
"Hi, Ron." Ted scooted past us, heading for the kitchen with, no doubt, the meal he had prepared for the three of us, back home. 25
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Oh. My. God. I had totally forgotten they were arriving on this night, of all nights.
"My," Ted exclaimed, hand on hip, looking around the place. He was your typical DQ—designer queen. "Did you hire an interior decorator?" He gave me a perfunctory hug. "It looks darling in here."
     
"Thanks," I mumbled, screaming silently inside.
     
"We brought some bubbly," Jonas said, producing a bottle of champagne from a brown paper bag. "And Ted prepared chicken cordon bleu for dinner."
     
I looked at his smiling face and felt guilty. He is my brother after all. Jonas is all the family I've got—and Ted has always been so sweet and caring towards you ... don't be an ingrate.
    In a daze, I went to get some glasses, hoping Jean-Claude wouldn't show. I just didn't want to have to subject him to my family until I knew him way better—if that was going to happen. Jonas and Ted are sweet, but they can be so darned pushy at times, and I knew they'd be looking at JeanClaude as a prospective husband for me, with no subtlety whatsoever. I was certain if he showed up now, I would never see him again.
    The doorbell rang, and my heart lifted and sank, at the same time.
"Expecting company?" Jonas asked, his eyes wide like it was the most unusual thing in the world for me to have company . 26
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"Yeah ... uh ... a friend," I muttered, rushing to the door.
As I opened it, I heard Ted say, "Well, we could make it work for four."
Jean-Claude stood smiling at me, and I wanted nothing more but to pull him into my arms and smother him with kisses. He looked so darned adorable He wore a dark red shirt, blue jeans and the same cowboy boots from the night before.
    I drank it all in, savouring the sight of his slim body, his pale, beautiful face, and those incredible dark blue eyes.
"Hi," I said, taking his hand.
He leaned forward and kissed me on both cheeks—it's that Gallic thing. "Hello," he whispered in my ear. He smelled of something spicy ... nice. "You have company..."
     
"Yeah ... sorry." I drew him inside. "It's my brother and his partner, Ted. I forgot they were staying with me for a couple of nights." "Hi!" Jonas was staring at us both, a glass of champagne in each hand. "You're just in time for the celebration. I'm Jonas, by the way. Ron's big brother."
    "Jean-Claude. I am very pleased to meet you." He took the glass Jonas proffered, then shook his hand.
"This is my husband, Ted," Jonas said, all smiles. "Ted, Jean-Claude..."
    Well, this was just ducky. All day long I had been looking forward to another evening with Jean-Claude, getting to know him better, getting laid with any luck, and now, here we were, playing guess who's coming to dinner. I was pissed, but I tried not to show it, even though I could tell Jean-Claude 27
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knew exactly how I felt about the whole thing. He kept flashing me small flirty smiles as Jonas and Ted regaled him with stories of fabulous Portland, and questions like, had he ever thought of moving north?
    "We've been trying to get Ron to move up near us for so long now," Jonas told him. "Things are way cheaper than LA.
You could both rent a really cute apartment for so much less than here."
Oh now, that was really pushy! I groaned but was relieved to see Jean-Claude wink at me. Thank God, he wasn't taking any of this seriously—or was I sorry he wasn't?
     
"Okay, let's eat," Ted suddenly announced, jumping to his feet. "I hope you like chicken cordon bleu, Jean-Claude. Well, of course you do—it's French!"
    I shuddered, but Jean-Claude gave Ted a charming smile.
"I do love it, but I have already dined, thank you."
"Oh ... well..." Ted looked flummoxed that his gourmet cooking was being refused.
"But if I may join you all at the table,