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Chels.”
    “Hi there,” Jules greeted, his gorgeous green eyes appraising her peacock Gaultier. The other night when she’d first met Jules, she’d assumed he was gay. He was just too pretty and too concerned about the way he looked to be straight. His prison-ripped muscles screamed gay, but a few moments in his company had cleared up the confusion. Chelsea had been around a lot of gay men in her life. Straight men too. Jules was that rare breed that didn’t easily fit in one camp or the other. Not like Mark Bressler. There was never a question for which team Mark played. His whole body leaked hetero toxins. Jules’s sexuality was more covert, disguised behind hair gel and fashion risks. Like the lavender-and-pink-striped shirt he favored today.
    “Is something wrong?” Chelsea asked.
    Bo handed Chelsea the sports section of the Seattle Times . An enlarged photo of several men standing on a yacht, one of them pouring beer from the Stanley Cup onto bikini-clad women, took up most of the front page. The caption read: Chinooks celebrate near Vashon with Lord Stanley’s Cup.
    “They’re partying with the Stanley Cup? Can they do that?” Chelsea studied the picture. It was a little fuzzy but clear enough. “I mean, is it allowed?”
    “It’s actually tradition,” Jules assured her. “Each team member gets the cup for one day.”
    “They can just do what they want with it?” Now she understood some of Bo’s concern.
    “Within reason,” Jules answered. “And a representative of the Hall of Fame has to be with it at all times.”
    Obviously pouring beer on women in bikinis was considered “within reason.”
    Bo slid off the side of her desk. “So there’s going to be a lot of opportunity for shenanigans.”
    Jules shook his head. “You worry too much. After they all get their turn, it’ll get taken away to have their names engraved on it and everything will settle down.”
    Chelsea tossed the paper on her sister’s desk. “How many players get their turn with the cup?”
    “All those who are eligible to have their names engraved on it. Off the top of my head, I think twenty-four,” Jules answered. “Including Ty Savage and Mark Bressler. Even though neither played the full season.”
    “Mr. Bressler gets a day with the cup?” He hadn’t mentioned it. Then again, he didn’t say much. Except when he wanted to be rude.
    “Sure. He was the captain until just before the playoffs. Any player who played in forty-one regular season games or five playoff games is eligible. Bressler played in well over forty-one games and is a huge part of the reason the team made it into the finals. He helped build the team and deserves as much credit for winning as anyone. It’s just a shame he didn’t get to play in the finals.”
    “When is his day?” She pulled her BlackBerry out of her bag to make a note.
    “I don’t know,” Bo answered.
    “I’m sure he can have it whenever he wants. Has he talked to anyone about what day he wants the cup?”
    Chelsea shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ll ask him.”
    Jules reached out and brushed the sleeve of her shirt. “Nice.”
    “Thanks. It’s a Gaultier.”
    “I thought it might be. I have a silk Gaultier in pewter and gold.”
    Of course he did. “Are you sure you’re not gay?” She cocked her head to one side. “Bo has no interest in fashion, and I’d love to find a gay best friend to shop with.”
    “I have more important things in my life,” Bo protested.
    “Like what?” Jules and Chelsea asked at the same time.
    “Like…like my job.”
    Jules looked from one sister to the other. “If the two of you didn’t look alike, I wouldn’t know you’re twins. You’re so different.”
    Chelsea thought about the fight she’d had with her sister the night before. “Bo is a lot more responsible than I am.”
    Her sister gave her a tight smile. “I can be kind of uptight.”
    “That’s an understatement.” Jules chuckled. “You’re bossy as