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"I know Ian's picky. I would be too, if I were him. It's just that he's such a nice man, and I hate to see him alone," Jackie said as she stood. Even though three of the four men in the room were gay, they admired the figure she cut with her pixyish hair cut, man-cut white shirt, tan slacks and three inch spaghetti strap heels. She was 'all woman' and was well aware that every eye was on her. She swooped up her empty wine glass, walked over to the buffet, poured herself some more wine, and turned with the bottle in her hand to ask, "You guys want any more?" James, her husband's best friend, held up his glass and she sauntered back across the room to fill it as she continued talking. "He's got so much to offer. He's well educated. My God, he's got four college degrees," she said, as she made an inquiring motion to the other three men. They all shook their heads. She set the bottle down on the coffee table and relaxed onto the sofa against her husband who automatically gathered her against his side.

"I only met him that one time," James said, settling back into the sofa. His hair was cut and jelled to look like he'd just crawled out of bed. He was dressed Beverly Hills casual, worn faded denim jeans a very expensive loose fitting silk shirt and scruffy cowboy boots. "I found him to be very suave and sophisticated. He's very handsome, too."

"So why is he alone?" James's long time partner and lover, Phillip, asked. He sat in a big comfortable club chair across the room from James. Even though he was in his mid thirties, he still dressed east coast 1970's college preppy right down to the penny loafers.

Jackie's husband, Roy, an executive movie producer, got a smart-ass grin on his face. They all waited to hear what profound statement he was going to spout. They all knew he loved to get Jackie riled when she got onto one of her personal bandwagons. Ian, the subject of the moment, definitely could be so classified. "Maybe......," he said and paused for effect, "just maybe....that's the way he wants it."

"Oh, that's so much bull and you know it," Jackie said. "I've had lots of time to talk to him while he was doing our kitchen. He hasn't really admitted it, but I definitely got the feeling that someone really hurt him, and now he's gun-shy of getting into another relationship."

"Well, one of his problems, besides being totally overeducated, is that he likes younger men," Roy responded.

Carlton, James's youngest brother, who looked like a younger version of James with dirty blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a mouth that always smiled even when he was at his most serious, spoke for the first time."And everybody knows that we younger men are only out to find an older man to be our sugar daddy." He'd decided to come out to L.A. to check out UCLA. And since James and Phillip were going out to dinner with their dear friends Roy and Jackie, they'd invited him to come along.

"Car, there is no reason for such sarcasm," James said.

"I apologize, Jim, but it seems to me that is how older gay men look upon us younger guys." Car was the only one that could get away with calling him Jim. Car turned to Jackie, who looked so comfortable snuggled up against her teddy bear husband. "It sounds to me like your friend, Ian, is profiling us younger guys."

"Profiling! Wow, that's an "in" word these days," Phillip said. I can remember back in the good ol' days, that is to say, before the "W" took office, that it was called type casting."

"Oh, that's so Hollywood," Car retorted, mimicking his brother-in-law. Car liked Phillip but he continued to wonder what attracted his brother to the man. Phillip stuck his tongue out at Car while Jim just shook his head at their bickering.

Jackie said, "I think Car may be on the right track."

"Well, I, for one, like a mature man over one of my college buddies. And I will state right up front that 'I pay my own way'. I am not looking for someone to pay for my affection. I give it only to someone I want to be with."

The subject of Ian was dropped and the five went out to dinner.

Later that evening as Jackie and Roy were getting ready for bed, Jackie paused as she pulled her teddy off over her head. "You know? Ian commented after he'd met Jim that one time, that it was a shame that Jim wasn't about ten years younger and unattached."

Roy folded his slacks while admiring his wife's beautiful curvaceous body. "Yeah? So?"

He watched he unhook her bra and expose her perfect pert breasts. She smiled at his appreciation as she said, "Car looks like a younger version of Jim and he is nearly ten years younger."

"Are you matchmaking, Darlin'?" Roy drawled dropping his drawers.

Jackie reprimanded him with a look that strayed into a lustful stare as it slid down his body to his big barrel chest covered in a thick reddish brown fur and then on down his rather large endowment. "Ian is my friend as well as my decorator."

Roy lay back on the bed and laughed. "Decorator? Not very friendly calling him that. Why that's right down insulting to the poor man. What? He's got only four degrees and one of them is in interior architecture." He spread his legs and adjusted himself knowing full well that Jackie's mouth was beginning to water. He gave it an extra tug as he stared into her eyes.

"You know I wouldn't call him that to his face." She slipped out of her panties and moved to the foot of the bed. "He is rather over educated though," she said, as she slithered up her husband's hirsute body.

"It's all those extra years he spent in school chasing college boys." Roy sighed expelling the breath he been holding. Jackie never failed to excite him. He reveled in the feel of her smooth belly sliding over his tumescent cock.

"So how do we get them together without it looking like we're intentionally matchmaking?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his fur searching for his large sensitive nipples. When she found them she pinched and rolled them between her fingers. He lurched, pushing against her pelvis. She adjusted herself so that his cockhead was right at her entrance and then rolled his nipples between her fingers again. Again he lurched pushing his throbbing rod into her warm wetness. Jackie sighed with delight as she undulated her hips making Roy catch his breath again.

"You're asking me?" he said, as he expelled and thrust up against her. He cupped her pert breasts.

"No, I'll call Phillip tomorrow. He's always good at doing sneaky things."

"My, you do have high regards for our gay friends. Calling one a decorator another one sneaky." He trust upwards.

Jackie whimpered and then answered, "You know I love 'em."

"And you know I love you, Sweetheart." He rolled her on to her back and rose up on his knees so he could give what they both wanted and needed. They forgot all about Ian for the next half hour.~~~

"A house warming party!"

"Phillip, are you paying the least bit of attention to my problem?"

"You and Roy have just completed all the renovations on your house. You need to have a house warming party." Phillip gave up trying to concentrate on the dialogue he was writing for his new script, picked up his cup of luke warm coffee and laid back in his chair.

Jackie growled. "What is with you? You are not paying any attention to what I asked."

"I am, too. You're the one that's not listening. I just gave you a perfect solution."

"A house warming party?"

"Of course. Since Ian did all of the interiors, he'll be the guest of honor. And among the other guests will be Carlton. Just don't invite any other young men."

"You are sneaky. Conniving is your middle name."

"Why thank you, Jackie." She couldn't see his grin over the phone.~~~

A month later, James walked into the kitchen of his and Phillip's condo, sorting through the mail. He found an invitation from Jackie and Roy and tore open the envelope. "This should be fun," he said sitting down at the kitchen table next to his brother who was concentrating on his chemistry textbook. Carlton had liked UCLA and had been accepted as a sophomore. "Hey Car, Jackie must like you, you're included in the invite."

James held up the envelope to show the three handwritten names.

"Really?"

"Yup, there's your name right under mine and Phillip's."

The moment that Car stepped into Roy and Jackie's house he noticed that everyone was at least ten years older than he. He immediately suspected a set up. It pissed him off, but being that Jackie, the busybody, was Jim's close friend, he decided to go along with the charade rather than cause an embarrassment to his brother. He picked up a glass of wine and casually strolled around the room smiling and being pleasant while he tried to guess which man was Ian. He caught Jackie and Phillip with their heads together watching him. He tossed them a wicked smile and winked. Jackie actually blushed while Phillip simply winked back.

"He knows what we are doing," Jackie whispered.

"Nah, he's just being his usual smart-assed self."

Car moved obliquely across the room to where he could covertly watch the two of them and check out the rest of the crowd. He soon noticed that there was a very handsome man with steel grey temples sitting in the corner talking to a couple. The wife was hanging on his every word, while the husband looked bored, knowing he'd end up doing all the work involved with Ian's suggestions. Car wondered what he was talking about and discreetly moved around to where he could hear what the man was saying without looking like he was eavesdropping. The man was discussing the pros and cons of landscaping with native plants.

"The savings on your water bill alone would more than pay for the transformation," Car heard him say. His listening was interrupted by his older brother dropping an arm around his shoulder and asking how he was doing.

"I was listening to a dissertation on using native plants to landscape. The man sounds like a genius who is he?"

James looked to see who Car was talking about. "That's Ian. Want me to introduce him to you?"

"No thanks," Car snapped and walked off. James who was in the dark about what Jackie and Phillip were up to, momentarily wondered at Car's reaction and then recalled the conversation several weeks earlier about Ian. He shrugged and went to search for his lover.

'I would have to pick 'him' out to admire,' Car thought. He wandered into the den and perused the wall of books until he found one of interest and sat down in a comfortable old leather club chair and tried reading, but his thoughts kept wandering back to that handsome man in the livingroom.

A while later, his thoughts was interrupted by someone roundly muttering curses as the door soundly shut. "Damn, one would think I was a god-damned doctor the way they all hound me for advice." There was a moment of silence while Car studied Ian, who he had been daydreaming over. Ian hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone in the room until Car shifted in his chair. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to interrupt you," Ian said.

Car stared into Ian's deep steely blue eyes. "You may not have meant to interrupt me, but you were definitely meant to do it."

"That sounds too Zen for me."

"It's not meant to sound that way. We've been set up."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your friend, Jackie, and my brother-in-law, Phillip, arranged for this meeting between you and I. I am Carlton McDougal. James's baby brother."

"Ian Underwood."

They solemnly shook hands.

Ian found himself very attracted to this handsome young man. He, too, thought Car looked like a younger version of that very handsome James. "So, what are we going to do about it? Should we let them get away with this?" Ian asked.

Car studied the man for a moment before replying. "When I entered this house tonight I realized what was going on. Jackie and Roy were discussing your situation with my brother and Phillip at dinner recently."

"Oh, and what was the conclusion they came to about my situation?"

Car wondered for a moment whether or not to tell the truth now that he'd revealed that much. 'In for a penny,' he thought to himself, using an expression his English buddy constantly used. "That you apparently had been used by some gold digger and that you're now afraid to get into another relationship for fear of being hurt again."

Ian got a 'lost in thought' look for a few seconds and then focused on Car. "It happened.... I'll get over it."

"I can't stand guys like that. Crappy 'users'."

Ian was surprised by Car's strong sentiment. He decided to change the course of the conversation. "It's amazing how much you and James look alike."

Car felt a bit bitter at that comment. "Yeah, and I'm ten years younger than James and I'm unattached."

Ian blinked and wondered at the tone of voice. "I distinctly remember commenting to Jackie once, that it was a shame that James wasn't ten years younger and unattached."

Car grimaced and closed his eyes. "I know."

"I see. So........ again, what do you think we should do about it?"

"I was listening to your dissertation on native plants earlier and when I found out who you are, I got aggravated and came in here. Now that I've met you face to face I feel that I'd like to get to know you. Why don't you sit down here," Car said, patting the arm of the matching club chair, "and let's get acquainted."

Ian suddenly felt panicky. Car was being rather forward and Ian felt that he was being set up to be used like Fenton, his last lover, had done. He thought about Fenton for a moment. Fenton had been the last in a long line of lovers. Ian had never thought of settling down before Fenton. But Fenton had at least been up front with him; he was in it only for what he could get out of it. The first word out of Fenton's mouth had been to let Ian know that he 'just loved being given things'. Ian had ended up feeling like a dirty old man having to pay for what he got. Fenton was quickly shown the door.

He'd always had affairs... some lasting for a year or so... some not even a week. The longer lasting ones always ended when they finally realized that Ian was never going to commit to settling down with them. One of his friends had once commented that his motto should be, "So many men, so little time."

Now he was nearly thirty-six and even though he felt he was still in his prime, the college boys just seemed to be younger and more immature. He'd often wonder if there was such a creature as a mature college-age young man. In reviewing the last couple of minutes of talking with Car, he thought he just might have come upon such.

He realized that Car had invited him to sit down Ian smiled at him and sat. "So what do we discuss?" he asked.

"Well, before this goes any further," Car said, "I want to say one thing. I am quite well off, thanks to my grandparents. I may be going to college, but I pay my own way."

Ian's expression blanked for a moment as he processed Car's statement. "So you won't even let me take you out to dinner?" he asked.

"Of course, I'll gladly let you take me out to dinner. But I'll expect you to let me take you out, too."

Ian grinned. "It sounds like we have decided to, at least, date."

"Despite having been set up, I find I like you, Ian. Yes, I'd love to date you."

"So do we let them think they have succeeded?" Ian nodded his head toward the other room.

"I don't know. Have they?"

"Apparently they have. We are definitely attracted to each other."

"How do you feel about that?" Car asked.

"I think we should leave them wondering...at least for a while. But for now let's get to know each other better." ~~~

Jackie found Phillip in the middle of a group talking about the recent political moves within the film studio where most of them worked. She got his attention and he withdrew from the group to see what she wanted.

"Ian's gone missing. And I haven't seen you brother-in-law for at least forty-five minutes."

"Have you checked the bedrooms?" He loved teasing Jackie.

"Oh, they wouldn't." She looked scandalized as she thought about it. "Would they?"

Phillip grinned and shook his head. "I saw Car go into the den a while ago."

They both turned to see that the door to the den was closed.

"Do you think that Ian is in there, too?"

James walked up and draped his arms around their necks. "What's going on?" he asked, as he kissed his partner on his cheek.

"We were just wondering if Ian is in there with Car," Jackie said, pointing at the den door.

"Well, there's one way to find out," James said, removing his arms from their shoulders and moving toward the door. Jackie was right on his heels. He paused with his hand on the knob and looked at the two co-conspirators. "Shall we have a look or should we leave them in peace?"

Jackie brushed his hand off the door knob and opened the door. Phillip moved up behind her. The two of them stood frozen with their mouths opened. James began to figure out what their game was and realized that his little brother was on to it. He winked at Car.~~~

Ian and Car had heard the three outside the den door and without consulting, they each picked up a book and started reading. When Jackie opened the door the two men innocently looked up. Jackie was the first to speak. "What's going on here?" she felt stupid asking such an inane question, but she realized she had really expected to see the two men at least talking to each other.

"I beg your pardon?" Ian said. Car just raised his eyebrows looking startled.

Jackie gathered her scattered wits and asked, "Are you two bored with my party?"

"I appreciate your invitation, Jackie, but I'm completely out of place here," Car said. "Everyone is so much older than I am and I felt like an alien the way they were looking at me."

Ian wrinkled his forehead and cocked his head to the side. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I just needed a respite from all the questions. Everyone wanting free advice."

Phillip pushed past Jackie and waved a hand at the two seated men. "Did you even introduce yourselves?"

Ian looked blandly at the frustrated matchmaker and said, "Of course we did. It would have been impolite not to."

"And... and that's... all?" Phillip stuttered in frustration.

"I beg your pardon, Phil," Ian said, knowing that Phillip hated the shortening of his name, "I don't understand what you're getting at."

Phillip threw his hand up. "Oh, I give up." He turned and pushed past Jackie and James, who had yet to say a word.

"What's with him?" Ian asked.

"I know," Car injected before Jackie could formulate an excuse for his brother-in-law's behavior, "he expected you and I to fall all over each other. He and Jackie were matchmaking. Isn't that right, Jackie"

Ignoring the question she glanced askance at them. "Mmm. Come on, James, let's leave these two duds to their books," she said taking his arm and maneuvering him out the door, which she firmly shut behind her.

Phillip was waiting for them. "I really thought they would hit it off," he said.

"They really seemed perfect for each other," Jackie agreed.

James shook his head. "Just goes to show you," he said enigmatically, and wandered off to find a drink.

"What did he mean by that?" Jackie asked.

Phillip just shrugged.~~

A few minutes later Ian emerged from the den and made his adieus and left. Being that Car had ridden with James and Phillip, he stayed in the den reading until they were ready to leave. He kissed Jackie on her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Thanks for trying, anyway."

She ruefully smiled at him. Roy, her ever patient husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders and as they watched the three men leave he started softly singing his own words to an old Lisa Minnelli standard, "Maybe next time you'll win."

She dug her elbow in his ribs and grinned at him.~~~

When Car finally reached the privacy of his room in his brother James's home he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number on the slip of paper that Ian had given him. Ian answered on the first ring.

"I think we bamboozled them," Ian said after the greetings.

"I know we did. You should have seen the look on Jackie's face when I thanked her for trying. She has no clue."

"Grand. Let's keep it that way for a while."

"So are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?" Car asked.

"Definitely. Where shall I take you?"

"Ian, I really want to start out on the right foot with you. I want us to be equal from the beginning."

"So I don't get to court you, woo you?" Ian asked, sounding rather petulant. "I am older than you and have lots of money."

"Look, I really do like you. But from my side it looks to me that you are trying to set yourself up for a disappointment again. I'm looking for a steady long relationship. If you want that too, then let's explore the possibility together. Let's agree that we will go Dutch for now."

There was silence on Ian's end as he thought about what Car had just said.

"Ian? Are you still there?" Car asked.

"I was just thinking."

"So are you going to share your thoughts?"

"I think you are an amazing young man. You're very insightful. And you are right. I was still in the same old rut. Dutch it is, until you say differently."

After that first phone conversation Ian let Car take the lead in their developing relationship. But after the seventh Dutch dinner date and nothing happening other than a little kissing as they said goodnight, he decided it was time to push for more. As they finished their dessert at Sand Piper's, Ian leaned forward and grasped Car's hand. "I think we know each other well enough to explore other aspects of our relationship, Car. When we leave here tonight I want to take you up to my place and ply you with a wonderful brandy and then make mad passionate love to you."

Car grinned. "I have been wondering how long it would take you to pick up the reins. I'm so horny for you that I could easily cream my pants sitting here just looking at you."

"So why--?"

"Because I wanted you to make the first move."

"I've been going out of my mind wondering if you even found me the least bit desirable."

"Oh, you are most desirable, Mr. Underwood. I've had a real battle keeping my hands off your beautiful body."

"Then why are we sitting here?" Ian asked.

"I think we're waiting for the check."

Ian caught the waiter's attention, got the check and paid it without letting Car add his half to it. Car sat quietly watching him. Ian turned and looked at him when he realized what he had done. "Car, I'm sor--."

"Thank you for dinner. And next time it's my turn. I love you, Ian."

Ian blinked. A tentative little smile raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly blurred. "I thought I would be the first to say that."

Car ruefully grinned and ducked his head.

"Car, look at me." Car raised his eyes to see the love emanating from Ian's. "I have come to love you more than I can express. And I can't believe that I'm saying that before we've even fucked."

Car grinned. "And we are sitting here, why?"~~~

As they waited for Ian's Jag convertible to be brought up, they stood grinning at each other in anticipation. They got into the car and Ian grabbed Car around the neck and pulled his face to his. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Time disappeared. And then the valet, tapping on the window, brought them back to the moment. "Excuse me, sirs, the people behind you wish to leave."

Both men blushed and laughed as Ian slid the car into gear and sped out of the parking lot. Neither said a word for several blocks. It wasn't until Ian stopped at a red light on Doheny and Sunset that he turned and stared at Car. "God! I love you. I can't wait to get naked with you."

Car slid his hand up Ian's leg and grasped his throbbing hardon. Ian gasped, "You better not do that. I'm driving."

The light turned green. The car behind them tooted its horn. Ian stepped on the gas and peeled across the intersection. Car let go of him and sat back with a big sigh. Ian glanced at him occasionally as he negotiated the Jag up the narrow streets around the sharp curves heading to the top of the Hollywood Hills. "Just a couple of minutes more, Babe. And then I'll take care of your needs," he murmured. The resonance of his deep baritone voice made Car all the harder.

The door had barely been closed and locked before both men were in a tight embrace as they again sought each other's lips. They found it near impossible to simultaneously undress each other since they were unwilling to let go of each other as they staggered into the bedroom. Finally, Car pushed Ian away. "Get your clothes off... I want to see you...naked."

Ian was usually very neat with his clothes, but now they lay in a pile around his feet. Car had stopped undressing to study the older man's body. He liked what he saw, firm muscles, no fat, a hirsute chest that nearly hid his nipples, and a line of hair flowing down his flat belly to his navel and on down to merge with the abundant bush of reddish-brown hair surrounding his throbbing cock. His sinewy legs had a light covering of dark auburn hair like his arms.

Ian gave him a minute to look and then stepped forward and unbuttoned Car's trousers and let them drop to the floor. As Car toed off his shoes and balanced on each foot removing his socks, Ian was exploring the rest of Car's body with his wandering hands. Car gasped as Ian's fingers found and lightly pinched his nipples. His cock throbbed and emitted a little spurt of lube.

Ian looked down at it and grinned as he took the pulsing rod in his hand.

"Ah, the wonderful toys God has given us."

Car decided that he would think through that statement latter. Right now he had Ian's 'toy' pulsing in his hand and he couldn't wait to try sliding it down his throat.

It was around two-thirty a.m. when Ian slipped back onto the bed with a warm wet towel to wipe Car's torso clean. Car could barely hold his eyes open. "I wish you'd get in bed so we can cuddle and catch a few hours sleep," Car mumbled.

"Hey, we can sleep as late as we want. Tomorrow is Sunday."

"I know, but I have a paper to finish." ~~~~

Soon after Jackie's party, Car found a nice little apartment in Culver City and moved out of his brother's high rise Condo on Wilshire. The apartment was a good ways from the UCLA Campus, but it was on a hillside and had an interesting view of the big movie studio lot below, and at night a romantic view of the city's lights. It was a perfect nest to woo his new lover.

At the end of the semester to celebrate his excellent grades, Car threw a party, and of course, invited the two matchmakers and their spouses. Ian was behind the bar engrossed in a conversation with a couple of hunky jocks and their girl friends when the four of them arrived.

Car greeted and accompanied the four of them around the room introducing them to each of his other friends. When they got to the bar Car smirked and said, "You remember Ian, I'm sure. He offered to play bartender for me tonight."

"Hello, my friends, what can I get you to drink?" Ian smiled doing his best not to smirk, too.

Roy and James boisterously greeted Ian and both asked for red wine while Jackie and Phillip stood back and looked from him to Car who had turned to visit with one of his college friends, and then back to Ian, who asked, "And what can I get for you, Jackie? Phil, my man, would you like a glass of red, too?"

"Ian seems to know all these youngsters," Roy observed, once they all had a glass in their hands, and had moved to the side.

"And is he playing co-host?" Jackie asked. "It's just not like him to take over the bar like that."

"Maybe we're seeing a side of the man that he hasn't shown us before," James noted.

Jackie ignored the comment and looked at Phillip. "Do you think we succeeded?" she asked. Neither of them noticed that James smiled and winked at Roy who winked back.

"I don't know," Phillip said. "Doesn't really look like it. They haven't even looked at each other."

"So why is Ian here?" she asked. "He and Car were so cool towards each other at my party."

About that time Car tapped a spoon on his wine glass to get everyone's attention again. Jackie and Phillip noticed that Ian had left the bar and the two young men he'd been in conversation with, and moved to stand next to Car with his arm around his waist. He kissed him on the cheek and Car blushed.

"My friends, you all know Ian." Car turned and looked at him and couldn't resist the loving smile on his face. He kissed him on the lips which just broadened the smile.

Jackie started bouncing, "I knew it. I knew it."

Phillip laid his chin on her shoulder. "You're so full of it. You were as fooled as the rest of us."

"Not all of you know that," Car was saying, "he is my lover and partner. I want to take this moment to thank two very dear friends for getting us together. Jackie and Phillip come over here."

The two matchmakers looked at each other with big grins and stepped through the crowd while everybody clapped.

"You bastards," Jackie growled at them, while trying to scowl through her grin. She hugged each of them. And then Phillip followed suit, saying, "You really had us fooled."

Jackie held up her hands to get everyone quieted. "These two," she paused, "friends have totally surprised me. But it's wonderful to know that I was right. I think they are a perfect match for each other."

Phillip shot both of his fists into the air and yelled, "Oh yeah!"

The crowd of friends went into a frenzy of yelling and clapping. Jackie and Phillip turned to see Ian and Car in a tight embrace with their lips locked together.

Roy and James made their way to their spouses. As Roy wrapped an arm around Jackie's waist, she heard him say to James, "I think that was the hardest secret we've ever had to keep."

Jackie punched him. "You knew they were together all this time?"

Roy kissed her on the nose to distract her. "I love you, Sweetheart," he murmured.

They almost missed Ian's announcement that Car was giving up the apartment and moving into his home in the Hollywood Hills as soon as they got back from Vermont where the two matchmakers and their mates were invited to join them and be witnesses to their marriage.

Phillip wasn't to be distracted though, he glared at James. "I thought we had no secrets from each other."

"This was Car's secret. I couldn't tell you."

"I just can't believe you knew and didn't tell me."

"Phillip, shut up," James said with a smile as he grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a lip lock. Phillip did shut up and for the moment forgot all about the success of his and Jackie's matchmaking.