Saxon James

Payne: In search of: room to rent. Must ignore the patheticness of a forty-year-old roommate. Preferably dirt cheap as funds are tight (nonexistent). There’s nothing sadder than moving back to my hometown newly divorced, homeless, and lost for what my next move is. When my little brother’s best friend offers me a place to stay in exchange for menial duties, I swallow my pride and jump at the offer. I need this. I also need Beau to wear a shirt. And ditch the gray sweatpants. And not leave his door ajar when he’s in compromising positions ... Beau: In search of: roommate. Must be non smoker and non douchebag. Room payment to be made in meal planning, repairs, and dumb jokes. Since my career took off, I barely have time to breathe, let alone keep my life in order. I’m naturally chaotic, make terrible decisions, and scare off potential dates with my “weirdness”. So when Payne gets back into town and needs somewhere to stay, I offer him my spare room with one condition: while he’s staying with me, I need him to help me become date-able. And while he does that, I can focus on my other plan: ignoring that Payne is the only man I’ve ever wanted to date.

Rush When I show up to surprise my boyfriend in a barely-there festive outfit, I’m expecting him to be alone. Not hosting family. His fiancé’s family. Down one boyfriend and up a lot of embarrassment, I flee with my tail between my legs. The broken heart will fade. My humiliation, not so much, but my saving grace is the fact that I never have to see either of them ever, ever again. Until I walk into work and come face to face with my new boss. Hunter I never, in a million years, would have guessed the man hiding under his desk at work would be the one person I hoped to never see again. My ex-fiancé’s side piece. Apparently I can’t fire the guy because of personal issues, so I try to play nice, which is a whole lot harder to do when I find out my ex is still texting Rush. The same ex I haven’t heard from since I walked out on his begging. Rush tells me he didn’t know about me. He tells me there were others. He also tells me our ex still wants him and so, we come up with a plan. To show him what it feels like when you want someone who doesn’t want you back. All we need is a camera. His number. And one shared kiss. Revenge has never been sweeter.

MOLLY Moving to Seattle is supposed to be all about getting a fresh start and leaving the bitter man I was becoming behind. I have new roommates–quirky, sometimes strange, roommates–a nosy, next door neighbor and a grumpy kitty for company, but even surrounded by people, I still don’t feel like I belong. Plus, it turns out the men in Seattle are exactly the same as the ones I left behind, and my string of romantic disconnections continues. It’s not until one of my roommates, Seven, hits me with some hard truths that I realize where I was going wrong. Maybe the men aren’t the problem. I am. And there’s only one way to fix that. SEVEN Being found tied up naked to my bed by my cute new roommate isn’t an ideal way for us to start a friendship. But apparently a quid-pro-quo is. He keeps his pretty lips zipped about the compromising position, and I step in as his dating coach. We go out, I point out where he’s going wrong, and he magically becomes dating material. The problem is, between my codependent brother Xander and a new best friend I can’t get rid of, Molly and I are the target of a matchmaking scheme. My life is way too busy to add another person to it, and Molly is the kinda guy who needs to be made a priority, which I just can’t do. Xander’s medical anxiety takes up too much of my time, and I’ve never found a partner who doesn’t resent it. I’m determined to help Molly find his ever after. But that guy will never be me.

Christian Being invited to my cousin’s wedding really shouldn’t be such a big deal except, oh yeah, I haven't seen my family for a decade. My parents turned their backs on me and I’ve done everything since to become successful and show them what they lost. Only, it’s kinda hard to be a success when you’re a walking trainwreck. So I’m going to fake it. Hire a guy with an online presence so impressive they’ll be desperate to welcome me back into the elitist fold, and roll into the wedding with the kind of confidence I’ve never felt a day in my life. The plan’s a knockout. Until my fake date cancels minutes before the ceremony. Émile One letter from my dearly departed grandfather, and suddenly I’m on a husband hunt. He’s reworked his entire will so I’m set to inherit far more than I'm entitled to, and all because he’s asked me to use that money for “good”. In order to get that inheritance, though, there’s one stipulation: marriage. Even with his request, I’m tempted to stick to my original plan of getting as far from my wretched family as possible, and letting them fight it out. But then I run into a tall drink of scattered mess outside of a wedding who’s in desperate need of a date, and the pieces click into place. I help him, he helps me. Marriage, money, then go our separate ways. Easy. Now all I have to do is stop myself from actually falling for the guy.

We’re basically Romeo and Juliet. But dudes. And without all the dying. Chad Being VP of Sigma Beta Psi is wild. I get all the benefits of being in charge with hardly any of the responsibility. Parties, pranks, and frat politics—college life has never been sweeter. Until I meet Bailey Prince. He has the face of a goddamn angel. I don’t know where he came from or why I’m so obsessed. But I do know he’s a Kappa. And our houses have a rivalry that’s written into legend. Bailey At Rho Kappa Tau, I’m a legacy. It’s a lot of pressure, but I’ve always been responsible, never had that rebellious need to rock the boat, and I like it that way. But after a party at Sigma—the jock frat—I meet Chad Doomsen, and for the first time in my life I want to step outside my square. Our houses have always had a rivalry, but some of the guys seem to hate Chad specifically, and I don’t know why. He’s surprisingly sweet and kind. At least to me. I need to stay away. A relationship with Chad would be betraying the very legacy that brought me here. But I can’t help myself. And it seems, neither can he.

Thousands of students on this campus, and I keep being set up with the roommate I can’t stand. Felix One date. That’s how long it takes for Marshall Harrows to end up on my bad side. Luckily I have no plans to see the giant teddy bear again. Except, when he shows up as my new roommate, I can’t escape him, and he’s just as irritating as I thought he’d be. He leaves cupboards ajar and puts empty milk cartons back in the fridge. His bedroom door is always open, I find his underwear on the laundry floor, and he has this whole bashful sweetheart thing going on that I just … can’t … stand. But the most completely, horribly irritating thing about him, is that he’s totally my type. And my friends won’t stop setting us up on blind dates. Marshall One date. That’s how long it took for Felix Andrews to steal my heart. The sparky little spitfire is everything I’m not. Confident, adorable, and completely outspoken. He also wants nothing to do with me. Which is a real problem when I want to give him everything. Including my virginity. But the more I try to gain his attention, the more I see the real him. The one who doesn’t feel worthy of being treated like anything other than a one-night stand. So I decide to take matters into my own hands. A total do-over. One night. One date. Where hopefully I can steal his heart too.

ROO Five years ago, I walked away from Sunbury, Oregon, and left my best friend behind. The move was supposed to get my life on track. I even had a list. Life changing epilepsy surgery. Check. See the world. Check Get over my straight best friend … Not exactly. No matter where I go or who I meet, I can’t let Tanner go. I’m back to tell him how I feel. To get the closure I need once and for all. Only now I’m here and falling for him all over again, it’s getting harder to say the words. Because once I have my closure, I’ll be gone. And this time it will be for good. TANNER When my best friend, Roo, left for Australia, it was the worst day of my life. I thought we’d have each other always. But Roo needed the surgery so I let him go, thinking he’d come straight back. Five years is a long time. Now he’s here, all I want is to hold on tight. I need to show him what he means to me. The problem is, I’m not exactly sure what that is. My draw to him has always been confusing and different—everyone in town says so. But I struggle to understand it. All I know is I won’t survive him leaving again. And I’ll do anything to make him stay. Just Friends is a best friends-to-lovers romance with an oblivious MC, only one bed, and terrible kangaroo jokes.

LEON When I’m looking for a hook up, I want three things: Big, thick, and rough. So it doesn’t make sense that I can't get my new hire out of my head. He's a tiny guy with big ideas ... and he's my apprentice which means he's completely off limits. But he’s already under my skin. And for the first time with any guy, I don’t think I can hold my own against him. Physically, yes. Emotionally, no. Auggie makes me weak. AUGGIE Growing up, I always wanted to go into the family business and follow in Dad’s footsteps. Until in my senior year of high school when he told me to find a new dream. No one would let a small, clumsy guy like me on a construction site. And after trying and failing for years, I was starting to believe him. Then LJ Constructions calls me for an interview and when I meet Leon, he becomes my new dream. He's hot as hell, self made, and instead of putting me down, he sees what I’ve always seen in myself. But I’m not dumb enough to throw away this one chance, not even for him. Not even if I really, really want to. Getting Friendly is a low angst friends-to-lovers romance with spa dates, a size difference, and an adorably awkward MC. All books in the Never Just Friends series are standalones. Series number refers to recommended reading order.

ROWAN Five years ago, I ruined the best thing I had in my life and ran. Now, I’m finally back to make things right. I need Circus’s forgiveness, and then maybe I can finally move on. I’ll leave Sunbury for good this time and never look back. Maybe then I can finally live life as an out gay man—without my family ever finding out. But earning his forgiveness isn’t as simple as I hoped it would be. He’s going to make me fight for it. And I don’t blame him at all. CIRCUS I never wanted or expected to see Rowan Harvey again. When he shows up in Sunbury, begging for forgiveness, I’m tempted to give it to him just so he’ll disappear. Instead, we make a deal. I need an extra model for a swimwear shoot, and none of my friends are available or fit the brief. I’ll forgive him, if he helps me. Then he has to leave. For good. Because his request for anonymity during the shoot proves he’s still living in his dark closet. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I did when I was a teenager. I won’t let myself fall for him again. Because after how things ended between us, he doesn’t deserve a second chance.

RAFE It started in high school. We grew apart. Bit by bit, then all at once. The friend who was my ride or die suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. Now Cam’s back from college, living in the house next door, and pulling stupid pranks just to annoy me. Between my intense family and my failing relationship, I’m struggling enough without his antics. But Cam won’t go away. And I’m not so sure I want him to. CAM It started with a smile. A touch. A shared look of mischief. Rafael Ortega stole my heart before I realized it was mine to give away. We were best friends from the time we were in diapers right up until the unthinkable happened: he started dating. I put distance between us to save myself, but now I’m back, willing to do anything for his attention again. Because the only thing worse than Rafe breaking my heart … Is him not getting a chance to.

Keller Banging my son’s bestie was a total accident that will never, ever happen again. I’m sure of it. While he might be gorgeous and caught me in a weak moment, when it comes right down to it, my son has been my entire life for the last twenty-six years. I don’t know how to be anything other than his dad. But with Molly heading off to Seattle, he leaves me with a parting gift: Will. His best friend. And my new roommate. Still, I’m determined to focus on my plan of finding someone to settle down with and to start living for me. Then Molly hits me with another gift: he’s asked Will to help find me the perfect partner. Will Molly running away across the country and leaving me made one thing very obvious. I crave stability. I crave a life where I get to control what happens to me, without the constant threat of having to move home to my homophobic family. All I need to focus on is work and making enough money for the downpayment on my own place. Except now I’m living in the spare bedroom of the man I’ve been in love with for years. The same bedroom where we had one very messy, very quick accidental frot sesh. Now I’m cooking for him every night, and we’re working out together every morning. It’s all feeling very domestic and my heart can’t separate reality from the fantasies in my head. I know I’m going to get hurt. It’s only a matter of time. But when it comes to Keller, it’s impossible for me to walk away.

Bro big or bro home. Robbie As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I'm the life of the party. It's what I'm known for, and if it's not fun, I'm not interested, simple as that. I'm not someone who overthinks. So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can't stop thinking about them ... together . There's only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that's by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice. The problem is, the one guy who's up for the ride is the last one I'd expect. Brandon Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody's idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn't how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year. I'm bored. In a rut. Study, frat duties, planning for the future. When is it my turn to let loose for a moment? So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn't the most nerve-racking thing I've ever considered. I never imagined I'd actually enjoy it.

Two houses. Two Presidents. One hell of a happy ending. Zeke Being President of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders. Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed. None of it fazes me. But senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back. Until the hazing rumors start. I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS. Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention. I need to find out who’s driving the lies. And all evidence points to one person. Charles I never wanted to become Kappa President. The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I’ve always been … drawn to him. Fascinated. And maybe a little attracted too. Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him. But when rumors start to circulate about hazing, and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar. I want to help him get to the bottom of it all. And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel. The guys on Greek Row meet their chaotic conclusion with this rivals-to-lovers romance full of pranks, shared hoodies, and secret meetings made in the dark.

Taryn: My life in the NFL is a dream. Paid to play ball, to hang out with my team, to travel all across the country. I have everything I ever hoped for. Except the guts to come out. When my boyfriend gets tired of hiding in the closet and walks out on me, I make an easy decision: no more dating until I’m through with football. These are the best years of my career, and there’s no telling when retirement will hit. Head down. Focus. No regrets. And then I wake up from a drunken night out with the team to find a new number in my phone. A Friend. He doesn’t know who I am and I don’t know who he is, and having someone to talk to anonymously is freeing. He’s funny and a total flirt. The first name on my phone when I wake and the last person I speak to before I fall asleep at night. He’s also the man I’m falling for. I want to meet him, but that means revealing who I am, and as much as I want to trust him, it’s still risky. Risky he’ll out me. Risky someone will see us together. I promised myself no more dating for this reason. But he makes me want to take the risk. (This title was previously published as Bet on Me as part of the Love's A Gamble series. No content has been changed within the book.)

Walking away from my marriage was my idea of a fresh start. My kid is in college, my ex-wife and I are on good terms ... but being single in my forties is a world different to being single in my teens. I'm thankful for my best friend, Heath. He's got my back like he always does and is ready to take me out and show me how the bachelor life is done. He was never supposed to show me literally . After we wake up in bed together, I can't stop looking at him differently, and one thing becomes abundantly clear. I talk a big talk about wanting to be single, but my platonic rule book has gone out the window. When my best friend comes to me for help post-divorce, I'm only too happy to impart my wisdom to him. After all, Griffin isn't my type, but even I can tell he's a complete lumber snack . Good with his hands, kind eyes, and a killer smile. All the guys and gals are gonna eat him alive. But the more time we spend together, the less "not my type" he becomes. I'm the one who can't get enough of him. Neither of us is interested in a relationship, so what's a little fun between friends? We both know the score.

Ford I've never thought much about Orson Naples. He's a cute guy who I'd seen around town a few times, but then one day he up and left and didn't reappear until a few years later. No one knows where he went or what he was doing, all this gossipy town knows is that he's a widower, owns the florist, and is friends with that divorced group that hang out at the Killer Brew all the time. But then one day I step into his flower shop and go from rarely thinking about him, to him constantly being on my mind. There's a restlessness to him that I'm dying to unlock answers to. And his eyes linger on me a little too long for a straight man ... Orson Ford Thomas is a pest. A delightful one. A tempting one. But I'm too old for games. The ones I've played in the past have always led me to trouble which is why I vowed to settle down and live a quiet life. So when Ford walks into my shop all uncontained energy and flirty quips in a pair of heavy work boots, I know I should show him the door. I don't need fun. I don't need experiences. Especially when those experiences have me questioning things I thought I knew about myself.

Zane Four years ago, I met Liam Holdsworthy. Hot, snarky, and hiding behind a sadness I couldn’t place. I wanted him, even back then. There were only two problems. One, I was deeply closeted. And two, he was dating my best friend. Now I’m retired from the NFL and openly out, there’s nothing to stop me from getting my gay on. When Liam comes back into my life, and I realize he’s single, I’ll find any reason to spend time with him. That’s how I created a list of gay first experiences I coax him into helping me with. But I don’t just want his help. I still want him. Liam After leaving a long-term relationship with a closeted NFL player, I went through a string of guys trying to find the one. None of them were boyfriend material let alone the forever type. I’m looking for a guy to come home to. Someone serious and down to earth. I’m definitely not looking for Cooper Zane. Yet, I can’t shake him, and not only because I’m helping him with his big bi bucket list. Every time I see him is like a shot of adrenaline to my system, and I’m always left wanting more. I need Mr. Serious, and Cooper’s the least serious person I’ve met. He’s newly out. He’s never had a relationship. And most importantly, he may be retired, but he’s not done with football. He’ll do anything to get it all back. And I’m not prepared to be relegated to the sidelines ever again.

Twelve years ago, I slept with my best friend’s little brother, and we’ve been sneaking around ever since. Arlo is my weakness. I sat back while he went to college... I watched on proudly while he travelled the world... I gritted my teeth when he dated other people... Because he’s only mine when he visits home. That’s the deal. But spending time with him during his brother’s wedding weekend has made me realize friend with benefits is no longer enough. I want more.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! It's Christmas time with the Harrows in this Frat Wars bonus short scene.

Art When it comes to regrets, I have none. My life is perfect. I own a bar, work hard, party harder, and smother my niblings in all the love they deserve. I don’t need to settle down, as much as my sister might want me to. But then Joey Manning walks into my office and leaves me all but begging to give him a job … and wanting to give him so much more. The self-professed straight man is in my head and while I know that I need to move on from him, my body isn’t getting that message. It doesn’t help that Joey is a grade A flirt who can banter with the best of them. I’ve never had regrets. Not until Joey Manning. Joey The bills keep piling up and the pressure to get my sisters through college before we’re evicted is always on the back of my mind. Whoever said life was for living, clearly forgot that living’s expensive. My default mode is stressed AF and working myself to the bone, and there’s only one person who gives me a break from all that. Art de Almeida. My boss. The one man I shouldn’t flirt with, but I can’t seem to stop. I want to get under his skin. To leave him panting for me. Which wouldn’t be such a bad thing except that he thinks I’m straight, and I’ve never bothered to correct him. I need this job. But some days I worry that I need Art more.

Davey In a list of what’s most important to me, three things are right up there at the top. My kids, my husband Mack, and my career I’ve spent my life building. Unfortunately that career has me away from home more than I'd like, and when I refuse to walk away from it, my husband walks away from me instead. Living together post-divorce makes sense for us, but it blurs the lines between what we were and what we have. Now that I’ve scored a big promotion and negotiated twelve long weeks at home, memories of our life together haunt me. They make me long for what we had. And now that Mack is moving on with someone else, I’m being faced with the cold truth. I should never have let Mack go, and now it might be too late to get him back. Mack Twelve weeks. It’s the longest Davey has been home since we had the kids, and all it does is remind me of everything I wish I still had. So I decide this is it. I have twelve weeks to remind Davey of everything he lost and hope like hell when I give him the choice between work and me again, that this time he chooses me. None of my friends are on board with my plan, and the new guy in town is trying his hardest to win me over. But I can ignore cute notes slipped into my favorite books if it means getting back the man I’ll love forever. All I need to do is remind him our life together was perfect. Now if only our kids, our friends, and his work would get the memo …

The short story prequel to the Accidental Love series! Kai is a boyfriend magnet who just wants to head into his hookup era. Rylan is done with the hookup scene and is ready to settle down. When they meet on a dating app, Kai comes up with a plan: Rylan helps keep the boyfriends at bay, and Kai will find him the perfect man. Between smiley face nail polish, a delapidated house, and a cat named Kismet, they put their plan into action. Because what could possibily go wrong?

Harrison My life’s goal? Make plants fun! I’m gonna be fighting for flora when I’m older and it all starts with auditing stats so I can level up for my masters, and lucky for me, the intriguing guy in my class is a math whizz. He’s standoffish at first, but after a class where I bet my sitcoms can make him laugh, one bet leads to another and we’re hanging out all the time. Even though I know he’s interested in me, we’re easy friends, until I start to think I might be a little interested in him, too. The only problem? He seems like a totally different guy in class to when we hang out. I brush it off as him trying to concentrate, but then I spot something I can’t explain away. A scar. On his palm. One I’m positive Benny has never had before. Benny Since we were little, my twin brother and I have always switched things up–literally. It started as funsies, and now we’re college juniors and still taking each other’s classes. I suck at Math, he sucks at English, and we both have a rule not to make friends in class as the other person. Our system is perfect. Only Emmett has the audacity to get sick right before stats and I have to actually show up for my own class–where I meet my future husband. Harrison is smart, weirdly into plants, and we instantly hit it off like old friends. Only of course the gorgeous mountain of a nerd is straight. Just when I’m telling myself to let my dreams of matching rings go, our text messages become constant, flirtier, deeper than I’ve had with any other guy before. My butterflies have butterflies every time we catch up. And then I get a text from Emmett: I’m so sorry. I think I messed up.

Madden My best friend is uptight, gorgeous, the greatest person I know … and I might be a smidge in love with him. Just a small amount. Barely worth the mention. Which is a stupid choice on my part when the guy is straight. Starting a landscaping company with him was the perfect mix of doing what I love and an excuse to spend time with him, only it hasn’t completely taken off yet and now he’s telling me he’s lonely. Lonely. Apparently having one friend in your life isn’t enough. So I’m determined to help him find love. With someone other than me. Maybe if I can pull that off, it’ll mean my heart will finally get the message and move on. Or finish breaking into a hundred pieces. Same thing, right? Penn Being besties with an overenthusiastic, gold-hearted, nudist of a man is a challenge sometimes. Madden makes everything sunshine when he’s around. The problem is that he hasn’t been around as much lately. We work together, sure, but he’s got his roommates and I have … no one. Just him. So I feel the distance acutely. My one reassurance is that we have work tying us together, but when an old client calls with a proposition for us, it feels like our once solid friendship is unraveling fast. He wants Madden to help him open a nudist resort, and if Madden’s doing that, he won’t be working with me. I’m trying not to panic over the thought of losing him, which is a typical, common best friend reaction. Nothing out of the ordinary. And neither is the way my body has been reacting to him lately. Everything is totally, completely normal between us. While there’s still an us at all.

Royal Scoundrel is the prequel novella between Charles's dads. Even though it takes place twenty years before the Frat Wars books, it's best enjoyed last. DASHArchibald Levine the third is a pain in my ass. Rich, cocky and the closest thing to a prince that our school has. I hate everything about his entitled attitude and the stupid Kappa crown he wears. I also hate the gigantic crush I have on the guy. One night, backed up by the courage of tequila, my mouth gets away from me and I offer him the one thing he can't stop thinking about. Me. On my knees. Because Archibald Levine also has a secret, and one kiss between us seals his fate. The fling between us can never go anywhere, not with his powerful and homophobic father, but we don't let it stop us from indulging at every opportunity that we get. I also don't let it stop me from falling stupidly in love with the guy. He's always made it clear he can never come out and I know we're destined for destruction. After all, happily ever after doesn't exist between a prince and a scoundrel.

Running from his problems is Rainer's MO, and this time, he's run all the way to Ibiza. Colton is happy living the holiday life 24/7, especially when cute tourists like Rainer come his way. Both men know a summer fling is all they can offer, but somewhere between the good times and tan lines, summer lovin' heats up to something more than either of them expected. This is a short story prequel that takes place before Bet on Me.

A short featuring Kole and Asher from Line Mates & Study Dates book four of the CU Hockey by Saxon James & Eden Finley

Xander There’s something seriously wrong with me. For once, I’m not talking about the health anxiety that randomly pops up and wreaks havoc on my life. I'm talking about, well, everything else. All my roommates have found someone to love them, and it hurts to see the guys who used to have me at the center of their worlds pair off and grow up, especially when it’s a reminder of everything wrong with me. I’ve always had an issue with relationships. With forming a connection with people outside of Seven, but this is more. Because I want to find my someone. Except the one person my brain has latched onto is the one person I can never have. The one person who’s there to help me when my panic attacks get too much. Nurse Derek. Derek I should never have offered to treat Xander Moore. And now here I am years later, my life on hold, while I wait day in and day out for the call that Xander needs me. It always comes, and I always answer, but I’m starting to dread those visits. Lately, I’m looking at Xander in a way a medical professional should never look at their patient. When Xander starts volunteering at the same nursing home that I do, I get to see a new side of him. The artistic, charismatic side that draws the residents in. I get glimpses of a man who’s so much more than his anxiety, and it does nothing to help my feelings for him. When lines begin to blur, I have no choice but to stop treating him. That at least allows us to be friends. The only problem is, being friends isn’t enough for either of us. It’s wrong, unethical, and unprofessional, but my heart won’t listen. It’s decided on Xander, and it doesn’t want to wait. Neither does Xander. But if I want to keep my job, I have to resist. I just wish he didn’t make that so difficult.