Justin Cocker

Six Brothers you'll want to marry or hide under your bed.

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I'm at a crowded airport

tapping red fingernails on unforgiving wood.

Leaving everything I've built in Boston behind me.

Hence the booze before noon on a Tuesday.

When out of the blue...

Justin Cocker slides onto the bar stool next to mine.

More gorgeous in real life than on TV.

Does he recognize me?

Nope.

He should.

We sat next to each other in high school.

"I know a janitor's closet that locks."

My eyes steel with shock. We are in public.

You'd think a lady would turn down such an offer, right?

Not today she wouldn't.