Chapter 8-1

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Chapter 8 But Paris didn’t leave right away. He wasn’t in a hurry to go back to holes in his clothes, a shoddy apartment, and very little to eat. Now, as they sat at the dinner table laughing and talking about what they’d done that day, Paris suddenly heard a loud clatter and looked up. He saw that Grant had dropped his fork and was looking toward the arched entrance. Paris followed his gaze and saw a man walk slowly into the light. He was young, his dark blond hair laced with golden highlights, and he had a slight tan. He could see the merest shadow of a beard making him look virile and lusty. His eyes were green, flecked with gold, and the youth in his face made him appear to be struggling between innocence and blatant sexuality. He had a sultry look about his eyes and lips, and his s

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