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Davis said. The defenseman came up on Randi’s other side, but he kept a respectful distance, and when Brian cocked his head to the side to look at him he held up his hands. “No touching,” he said. Brian didn’t know much about Davis except that he kept to himself and was a damn good strong safety. His skin was very dark, darker than anyone Brian had ever known. He’d never tell Rasheed, of course, but he thought it was gorgeous, from a strictly aesthetic viewpoint. The guy didn’t turn him on, but he could appreciate beauty when he saw it. He had on thick silver hoop earrings that made him look piratical and extremely masculine, which seemed weirdly backwards.
    “No touching who?” Ty asked from behind Brian. Brian nearly jumped out of his skin. He’d been so busy protecting Randi from wandering hands he hadn’t noticed Ty sneaking up on him.
    “Me,” Randi said as Brian quickly let go of Jo Jo’s arm. He took the hint and didn’t try to wrap his arm around her, even going so far as to scoot down the bar away from her a bit. “Although I’m told you’re into sharing.”
    Ty had been watching Brian, but at Randi’s words his eyes got big and cut to Randi. “I…ah,” he stammered, and glared at Brian.
    “Not me, man,” Brian said. He pointed to Rasheed, who just laughed.
    “You haven’t told her?” Rasheed asked, holding out his hand to Brian. Brian grabbed a beer and handed it to him, assuming that was what he wanted. It was, and he unscrewed the top and took a drink.
    “We’ve known each other not quite twenty-four hours,” Ty said dryly. “I thought we could work our way up to that.”
    “And how long do you think that might take?” Randi asked seriously. “A week? Maybe two? Before you tell me, I mean.” She swiped a finger across her phone and tapped the screen. “Usually I don’t get shot for a guy for almost a month, so we’re on an accelerated schedule. How about next Tuesday, maybe?”
    “Next Tuesday sounds good,” Ty said, humor in his voice.
    “All right,” Randi said. “Let me put that on the calendar.” She began typing with her thumbs. “Ty going to tell me he’s into kinky shit. There, I’ve put that in. Now a reminder to myself.” She tapped the screen again and then spoke into her phone. “Tell Ty I’m totally into that.”
    Brian was biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
    Jo Jo immediately got out his phone and looked at it. “I’m good for Tuesday,” he said.
    “My schedule’s clear,” Rasheed said, sipping his beer.
    “I can cancel my dinner reservations,” someone said from down the bar.
    “What about you?” Randi asked. She was looking at Brian.
    “I think I might be busy,” he said, refusing to look at Ty. “Sorry.”
    Jo Jo’s mouth dropped open dramatically. “Are you nuts, man? Chick like this makes it known she’s into your ass, you say when and where. End of story.”
    They had no idea how much he wanted to say that. His palms were sweating at the thought of fucking Randi with Ty. But he knew damn well that would never happen again. Ty wouldn’t let it, and Brian shouldn’t want it. He’d done that dance before and it had nearly broken him.
    “He can’t,” Ty said flatly. “He’s married.”
    Brian looked at him in surprise. Ty was behind the times. “Divorced, actually,” he said.
    Now Ty looked surprised. “You left Janine?”
    “It was a mutual parting of the ways,” Brian said. “It turns out the only thing we had in common was you. She sends her best.”
    Ty smiled and there was a hint of nostalgia to it. “Janine always gave her best.”
    “She did and I imagine she still is,” Brian said, smiling back. The truth was he and his ex had an almost-too-good-to-be-true split. They were still good friends and there were no hard feelings, even though she’d been the one who slept around. Brian didn’t blame her. He’d known what he was getting when he married her. Just turned out it wasn’t what he wanted after