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He likes Italy.
I ll put Meg in with me. Can we move a twin bed into my
room?
Oh right, Meg s been sleeping in the monk s quarters.
Leo smirked. He was hard pressed to think of Reed as a monk.
Yeah.
Leave her there. We ll deal with it when Father Reed comes
home. Now, you want eggs?
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* * *
Adrian was sweet as sugar candy, but he wasn t Reed. He was
good enough in bed, though not nearly as adventurous as Mark was
used to. Mark had showed him a few tricks over the course of the
last few nights, and that had been pleasant enough.
The cabins were almost filled to capacity now, and the place
was hopping. Mark was in a pretty good mood until Adrian
suddenly announced to Mark that he was leaving.
Why? Mark asked from where he was lying on the bed in
Adrian s cabin.
It s not quiet here anymore. He came out of the bathroom
with a grin on his face. And you re too much of a distraction. I
can t get any writing done.
Really? Mark lay back and stretched out on the bed. Show
me.
Adrian groaned and tossed away the towel he had hitched
around his hips. He crawled on top of Adrian and kissed his mouth
hard.
Mark pulled him down on top of him and returned the kiss,
running his hands over Adrian s naked back and fine ass.
Adrian rolled off him and onto his side. You ve been
distracted as well.
Yeah, by you. He laughed.
No, not by me, Adrian shook his head, letting his finger trail
over Mark s bottom lip.
Well, it has been busy here and
And, he paused, meeting his eyes, Reed is coming home.
Mark shrugged and sat up. Just to fix up the place since we re
selling it.
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Adrian rubbed Mark s back a minute. Do you want to go with
Leo to New York?
He sighed. Sure.
Mark, Adrian said, turning his face around to look at him,
what you really want is Reed& in your bed.
You don t know what I want, Mark snapped. We hardly
know each other. He got out of bed and picked his pants off the
floor.
Now, you re angry.
Mark glanced at him while he stepped into his pants. I m not,
really. I m sorry.
Adrian wrapped his arms around his knees. If I thought you
could ever get that guy out of your system, I d& he trailed off.
You d what? Mark met his gaze.
It doesn t matter because it s always going to be Reed.
When are you leaving?
I ll stay the week, leave next Sunday.
Mark looked down at the floor. Damn. That s it then?
What else can there be?
Mark nodded and slipped on his sandals. He picked up his
shirt. I ve got things to do. See you later, he said and left the
cabin.
* * *
Leo found Mark in the laundry room washing sheets. Got any
clothes to wash?
Yeah, Leo said, tons. Wow, there are a lot of sheets there.
Well, the last three guests requested linen service rather than
do it themselves at the laundry hut. Cabin 5 and Cabin 9 paid to
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have their sheets done each day. Those guys are fucking like
bunnies, and then some. Sheets are filled with the evidence.
Leo smirked. Oh, the newlyweds from Canada?
Yeah, two cousins married two cousins. Mark laughed.
Gives a new meaning to the term, kissing cousins, Leo joked.
I ll give you hand.
You can take those to the laundry hut if you like, Mark said.
I ll find the key for you. He searched his pockets. Here it is.
And bring me your clothes and I ll throw them in next load.
It s okay, I ll do them, Leo said.
Adrian is leaving.
Oh?
Mark nodded. In four days.
Are you all right with that?
No choice I guess.
I thought you two& Well, you seemed to be cooking.
Yeah we were. He says I m still hung up on Reed.
Are you? Leo already knew the answer, and he suspected
Mark already knew he did, so he didn t bother to answer.
Leo left the bag of sheets by the front door and ran up to his
room to get his own clothes. As he went to retrieve a dirty sock
under the bed, he caught sight of something silver. He reached
under and pulled out his cell phone. Shit. He d forgotten all about
it. He went to turn it on. It was dead, and he hadn t added any
money to it for ages. He searched his suitcase, found his charger
and plugged it in. He d have to put some money on it one day, but
for now at least he could check his messages. He d made a lot of
art contacts in Paris. Maybe someone important had called him. He
laughed as he dragged the bags of dirty clothes outside. Fat
chance, Waters.
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On the way to the laundry hut, he met the two newly married
couples. They walked two by two, holding hands, dressed in
bathing trunks, fresh from swimming. They all said hello to him
almost at the same time.
Hello, he sang back at them. God, they looked disgustingly
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