friends and, for Xavier, as a lover. Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series Xavier Talbot rolled over in bed and groaned. His head was throbbing and his mouth was as dry as could be. He suspected sunlight was creeping in through the blinds, not that he was willing to open his eyes and check. It was too bright behind his eyelids for the blinds to have been pulled closed properly. Xavier dragged an arm up over his brow and winced as his muscles protested the move. What the hell had he done last night? A groan from beside him had Xavier?s eyes popping open. Who the hell had he done last night? Images flashed through his mind, blurry scenes from the night before. Walking into his office, finding? Oh no! Xavier didn?t want to look. He really, really didn?t. That didn?t stop him from craning his neck and turning his head. His stomach lurched as blond hair tipped with blue brushed against his nose. The hair moved, his bed partner?s head tipped back, and Xavier found himself looking down into worried blue eyes. Shit! "Morning," Billy said, his voice thick with sleep and his breath ripe with the vestiges of alcohol. "Jesus!" Xavier snapped to full awareness as he scrambled back, both from shock and to escape Billy?s potent morning breath. Had Xavier been a little less hungover and a lot less shocked he might not have misjudged how much mattress he