Chapter 38

“Maybe Pops would have edited the sound, since, of course, his goal was to make people think it was you and Richie Stoker.”

“Tyler?”

“Tyler.”

“I gotta explain all this to Rich and Adam.”

“Oh, Jesus!” Milo jumped up, too.

“What?”

“Your eyes lit up like the damned Club Gold disco floor when you uttered those straighties’ names.”

“They’re my best guy friends—and you, of course.”

“‘Cept when I tried to kiss you last night, you wanted me to be Richie?”

Ben sighed. “Maybe. Or the brother.” He shrugged.

“Speaking of hot video, let’s revisit the topic of Stoker Two’s! You get with all that up in there, you’ll be one lucky little bugger! Either one, I guess, you will be, since I’m assuming from the waist down, they look pretty much ‘who is who.’”

“Pretty much. A bit more manscaping on Adam. Probably for the vid.”

Milo glanced meaningfully at Ben’s package. “Fond recollections, I see. Or, I suppose, anticipation.”