An hour later, Shai was on the basketball court, shooting hoops as if trying to impress Jared, who was on the sideline. Jared did not need any help; he was already impressed. He spent most of the game e-mailing all the names and birthdates of Shai’s family to the studio so they could be added to the guest list of Peachy’s List. The rest of the time, he spent admiring Shai’s athletic body, which, even wrapped in modest knee-length gym shorts and an innocently cut tank top, posed quite a figure.
As Shai ran and leapt, hopped and squatted and dribbled, Jared watched, amazed by his long muscles, his broad, rounded shoulders, and the dark patch of fur that escaped upward from his chest. He had never fallen for an athlete, let alone dated one. As an artsy, fashion-conscious gay, the sporty jock
