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wasn’t stuck, but I was. Stuck inside a scrap of canvas with two smooching lovebirds, and in danger of becoming a mattress for their antics if they ever rolled over. I’d just figured that I’d better take a stroll and do some stargazing, when Ross happened to catch my eye. His date was whispering frantically into his ear. I couldn’t make out what, but that look stopped me dead in my tracks. Stay,’ he said.”
    The moment Kit said the word Evie guessed where the tale was headed, and it wasn’t anyplace she’d ever envisioned Ross having been. She knew all about his kinks and turn-ons. They’d shared and acted out more fantasies than she could easily count, so that falling back on old favourites had become second nature when they were both tired. But Ross had never given any hint that he’d ventured along this particular avenue, and the knowledge that he’d kept it secret smarted more than learning he’d shared past lovers with Kit. Though looking at him and remembering the way in which Kit had casually loitered in the doorway watching last night, that wasn’t such a surprise.
    If she had any sense, she’d stop Kit now and forget the whole issue, but of course she didn’t. She sat, riveted, gnawing the skin around her thumbnail.
    “I stopped unzipping my sleeping bag, and Ross and I sat and looked at each other for a few seconds, and I looked at the girl, and instead of specifically making a decision, I just didn’t move. They fell back into kissing again, and I watched, not really sure if that was all I was supposed to do, or if joining them had been part of that odd request.”
    “But you did,” said Evie, trying to picture the woman with Ross and spectacularly failing to do so. She just kept seeing herself. “What was she like?”
    “She had on one of those gypsy tops, the type that’s all ruffled around the top, and slips off the shoulders all the time. And a skirt, an itsy bitsy little tie-dyed thing, she’d been wearing with pink spotted Wellies during the day.”
    The description gave Evie no clearer image of the woman. Instead she imagined herself in the ridiculously flirtatious getup, writhing against Ross’s hard body. As Kit’s words continued to pull her into the story, she could smell the organic scent of earth, mixed up with a hint or two of aroused male. The inner space of the tent lay in darkness but shadows flickered across the outside of the canvas, bodies moving nearby. A thread of music played somewhere in the distance. It coalesced with the faraway hum of the traffic. Kit’s eyes shone like black diamonds, longing scored across their surface. He leaned over and pressed a whisper light kiss to her bare shoulder, causing a zing of electricity to shoot up her spine. Completely immersed in the role, Evie turned, breaking the kiss with Ross in order to meet Kit’s gaze. Still holding her lover tight, she opened herself up to Kit, kissing him in a slow, deliberate way, so that warmth and desire swept across her body.
    “It was one of the most pleasurable sensations I’ve even experienced, having her lie between us like that, all that softness sandwiched between wiry muscle,” Kit said, continuing to reel her in. She’d seen pictures of Ross from way back, before they met, when his hair flowed halfway down his back, but she imagined him much as he was now. Kit too appeared as he was, or at least how she’d glimpsed him last night: lean, lightly muscled and perfectly clean-shaven. Currently, a fine shadow covered his jaw.
    “You didn’t touch each other?” she asked, still submerged, imagining four hands caressing her body.
    “No. It was all about her.” Kit tapped his steepled fingers to his chin. “It involved a whole lot of wriggling as I recall, negotiating with sleeping bag zips and limbs going everywhere, and Ross and I trying not to inadvertently end up in the middle or put our mitts in the wrong place. I think we might have thrown our rucksacks into the porch if