“Besides, he’s the only soccer player in the world who is actually openly out.” I heard the snap of a waistband slapping taut skin as he put his clothes on. “So I’m afraid you’re out of luck there.” “Marcello Sarratore is gay?” I moaned. “Figures. All the good ones are.” Kieran was deep in the closet. In fact, our friendship had started because last time he came to visit our hometown of Staindrop, he’d pretended to hit on me, telling everyone who was willing to listen that he wanted me as his wife. He’d been up-front about what he was doing. He’d never led me on. But he’d pursued me
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