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227 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 18, 2015

I swear, the longer I was in Detroit, the more I acted like a chick. Someone must have stolen my dick and replaced it with a vagina. I'd been extra concerned about my appearance, pining over Trevor, practically analyzing his every word and action, and overly emotional at times.
“I'll take the Chateau Latour,” Spillie mimicked Duffy in his best aristocratic voice. He snorted. “Dude, you are so gay.”
Duffy folded his hands on the table and shot Spillie a pointed look. “If you don't shut your trap right now, I'll shove a wine bottle so far up your ass that we'll see who is really gay.”
“You think you're such a badass,” Spillie smirked, completely unfazed.
“I know I am.” Duffy slyly grinned. “Just like I know that you'd love nothing more than to share a tent up on Brokeback Mountain with Mo.”
“Hey, leave me out of your homoerotic fantasies.” Mo threw his hands up in protest.
“I'll even autograph it for you—with hugs and kisses.”
Clint stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious. “I really miss you,” he confessed. “It hasn't been the same.”
“Miss you too.”
Clint set down his burger and wiped his hands. “Okay. It’s starting to get really gay here. We need to man up this conversation, pronto.”
