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represent death from sexual deprivation. “But it’s also really romantic.”
    “Be serious.” Seth snapped out of impending rigor mortis.
    “No, no, I am. I know, it was a lot to ask, and probably not fair. I just mean that he did promise and now he’s honoring it.” She looked suddenly stricken. “Wait, though, Angela, how much longer?”
    Angela sighed. “Six months.”
    Bonnie sucked in a pained breath. “Ouch.”
    “Two years of celib— Celiba—” Jack pretended to be choking on the word.
    “Ce-lib-a-cy,” Bonnie said loudly. “Sitting home night after night with Hustler and the internet.”
    Jack cringed in on himself as if he were imploding. “Help…me…”
    “You know what?” Seth shook his head firmly. “I’m not buying it.”
    “What, you think he’s lying?” Bonnie asked.
    “I bet you anything it’s a line he uses on women to get them all schmoopy at how loyal he is and how noble, and then bang.” Seth snapped his fingers. “He’s got ’em. Piece of cake. The only hard part is getting anyone to believe such stup—”
    Bonnie coughed extra loud.
    Seth looked genuinely stricken. “Angela, I didn’t mean…”
    Angela shrugged. Weird as it might sound, she had believed him. No one could fake that kind of pain or vulnerability. And even if he did deserve an Oscar for his performance, she’d been planning to get what she wanted from him in a slightly twisted way herself, which didn’t leave her much solid outrage to get behind. “I guess I’m as much of a sucker from Iowa as I look.”
    Bonnie bristled. “You don’t know that he’s lying. Not all guys are complete scum like those in this room.”
    “Yeah, okay.” Seth held up his hands. “I just can’t imagine any guy promising something like that.”
    “No, you can’t,” Bonnie said primly. “But that doesn’t mean squat.”
    “Sorry, Angela, I’m with Seth on this one.” Jack got up and headed for the kitchen. “Something weird about this guy. I’d be careful.”
    Angela sighed. What had she just been thinking about not sharing her hopes about Daniel for fear they’d be destroyed?
    “Oh. Hi. Did I miss a meeting notice?” Demi stood uncertainly in the doorway, wearing black as usual—a scoop-necked clingy top and tight black pants that showed off her slender figure. On her arms hung silver bracelets, and the silver chain she invariably wore sparkled around her neck. She had medium-length straight dark hair parted slightly off to one side, and large exquisite eyes of an unusual gray color. The rest of her face was unremarkable except for an adorably dimpled chin. She was one of those women who exuded glamorous beauty no matter what because of her remarkable grace and style.
    “Nope. We’re just hanging out.” Seth craned his neck around and gestured her in. “C’mon in and have a seat. Beer’s in the fridge.”
    “Oh.” She glanced around the room, frowning. “I was going to take a shower and catch up on some reading.”
    “Plans were made to be broken.” Jack held out the bottle he’d just gotten from the refrigerator. “Take mine, I’ll get another.”
    She locked eyes with him for a beat too long, which made Bonnie and Angela exchange glances. “Thanks. Really. But not tonight.”
    “Okay.” Jack flicked the top off, still watching her. “Another time maybe.”
    “Sure.” She took a step back, then turned and disappeared through the apartment’s front door.
    “Brrrrr.” Jack hugged himself. “A certain chill every time she’s in the room.”
    Bonnie’s eyebrow lifted. “Except when she was looking at you, Jack.”
    “Ha.” He dropped into his chair for a GQ pose, hand on his knee, head tilted sexily to one side. “Can you blame her? Seriously?”
    The room erupted into groans and snorts of derision.
    “What is her problem?” Bonnie asked. “I can’t believe Caroline stuck us with her when she moved. What was she thinking?”
    “She was thinking she had to sell her business