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354 pages, ebook
First published October 30, 2007

He did it again, seeking Robin out when a group from Art Urban’s studio made the scene. Although this time, he pulled Robin even closer, his arm around his waist. Robin put his hand over Jules’s, interlacing their fingers and holding it there, firmly in place. Yes, that’s right, babe, I’m yours. Interestingly, the look that Jules flashed him was faintly apologetic.
“How’d we both get so lucky?” Jules asked. “It ain’t luck,” Sam’s voice drawled, extra heavy with the High Plains Drifter, and they both looked up to see him holding out a vest and harness to Alyssa. “It’s pure, unadulterated skill. Come on, Sweet Thing, we got us some more Yankee ass to kick.”
“You missed your calling,” he told Sam. “You should have been a therapist.”
“Shit,” Sam said. “Just kill me now.”
“Seriously,” Jules said. “That was pretty freaking profound…”
“For a guy who wears cowboy boots and blows shit up,” Sam finished with him.
Jules wiped his eyes as he looked up at Sam. “Thank you so much for that,” he said. “It’s the best gift you’ve ever given me. And you’ve given me some…pretty wonderful gifts these years that we’ve been friends.” Aw, hell. Now Sam was getting misty-eyed, too. “I’m glad I could help.” Jules took a deep breath. Exhaled. “Let’s go home and see Robin’s towels.”
“Bath sheets,” Sam reminded him. “What kind of gay man are you?”
“I now pronounce you partners for life. What God has joined together let no man put asunder. May the love in your hearts give you joy. May the greatness of life bring you peace. And may your days be good and your lives be long upon the earth. You may greet each other now with a kiss.”
