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magazine in front of Archer. You can t look at those pictures and not know.
Despite his parents being in the room, Archer s cock hardened as he studied the sexy
pictures. The photo of him gazing into Jimmy s eyes, while pulling the nipple piercing with
his teeth, was damn near pornographic. The picture screamed, I want to fuck you.
As much as he loved the photos, they were something he d rather have in a personal
album. The thought of his wants and feelings on display for anyone to see bothered him. It
was like someone reading his diary.
Archer flipped the page and stared at three more images of the kiss he d shared with
Jimmy before closing the magazine.
Can I keep this? His initial reaction was to run out and buy every copy he could get
his hands on.
How do those make you feel? Nancy asked.
Archer rolled his eyes. His mom was a retired psychologist and never let him forget it.
Exposed, I guess.
Did you know at the time you were falling in love with him? she asked.
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Archer clenched his teeth. Before looking at the pictures he would have denied his
feelings for Jimmy, but there they were in full colour for anyone to see. Instead of answering,
he simply shook his head.
Why don t we take the coffee down to the patio, Keith suggested.
Archer glanced at his dad. Throughout the entire exchange with his mom, his dad had
taken care of business, like he d always done. The coffee had been poured into an insulated
carafe and set on a tray along with cups, cream and sugar.
Archer ran a hand over the cover of the Rolling Stone before leading the way towards
the staircase that would lead them to the lower level. He d never done much with it. There
was a television room with a few comfortable couches, but the majority of the space was still
empty.
He unlocked the sliding glass doors and walked onto the patio. Although it was barely
eleven, the day proved to be a hot one. Archer opened the large table umbrella and the
temperature dropped immediately.
He took a seat while his dad pushed in his mom s chair. Archer grinned. He loved to
watch his parents. They were so different, yet so much in love, even after thirty-eight years of
marriage.
Archer took a sip of his coffee and moaned. I needed this.
The glass door slid open and a hesitant-looking Jimmy stepped out onto the patio.
Archer stood and held out his hand. Mom, Dad, this is Jimmy Cook. Jimmy, my parents,
Nancy and Keith Adams.
Pleased to meet you, Jimmy said, shaking hands.
Would you like a cup of coffee? Nancy asked as she took her seat once more.
Yes, please, Jimmy answered, sitting next to Archer.
Would you mind if I asked you a question? Nancy asked as she slid a cup of coffee
across the table.
Jimmy glanced at Archer before shaking his head. I don t mind.
Archer held his breath and put a comforting hand on Jimmy s leg. There was absolutely
no way of knowing what would come out of his mom s mouth.
Why rock music?
Relieved, Archer took a breath.
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Jimmy seemed to take the question in stride. He flashed the album-cover smile he was
known for. I grew up listening to it. My mom loved to crank the stereo and dance around
the house with me. I was lucky enough to see the power of music first hand. No matter what
was going on in her life, my mom always stopped what she was doing and sang at the top of
her lungs when a good song came on. I m gonna miss that.
Jimmy stopped talking. Sorry, you didn t ask for a walk down Memory Lane.
Nancy reached across the table and squeezed Jimmy s hand. Nonsense. You told me
more in those few sentences than some people do in an hour.
Huh? Jimmy asked.
Archer rolled his eyes. His mom was putting her psychologist hat on again. Mom.
Of course Nancy ignored Archer. She had a one track mind at times. You re a very
interesting man, Jimmy. You talk not only with your mouth, but your eyes as well.
I do? Jimmy looked confused.
Nancy nodded her head. It s obvious you loved your mother a great deal. I bet you
started playing to make her happy. Along the way, you were lucky enough to find a true joy
in music, but for some reason, I think you re questioning yourself since your mom died.
Archer watched Jimmy s Adam s apple bob a few times and moisture pool in his eyes.
He wanted to say something but wasn t sure what.
Jimmy cleared his throat. You re right. Music doesn t make me as happy as it used to.
Nancy gave Jimmy a reassuring smile and a pat on the hand. I don t think that s it. It s
not the music that you re unhappy with. You haven t given yourself time to grieve your
loss.
Several tears trickled down Jimmy s handsome face. Please, excuse me for a moment.
Before Archer could say anything, Jimmy was out of his chair and disappearing into the
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