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not the kind of thing a man should admit to. Or even think about one way or another. But I’d say if you’re talking about a national average for men, I’m in the upper fifty percent.”
    She didn’t look particularly impressed.
    â€œUpper twenty-five percent,” he amended.
    Three out of four men were not as good as him, but the corresponding fact was that one out of four were. She wasn’t the slightest bit impressed.
    â€œUpper ten percent?”
    He crossed his arms over his chest, worked his mouth as if he were thinking seriously about the matter, all the time wondering whether she wascrazy or if perhaps all the residents of Deerhorn were a little off.
    â€œFive percent is about right,” he said.
    She looked out over the lawn, past her own fence to the houses across the street. One or two second-floor lights on, forgotten lawn sprinklers hissing, the insistently sharp smell of a barbecue which had been started with too much fluid.
    â€œAnd you like doing it?”
    â€œSure,” he said. “Who doesn’t?”
    â€œDon’t be annoyed. I’m just asking.”
    â€œYou’re asking a lot.”
    â€œYou’re feeling awkward because the bull is giving milk.”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œIt’s a Wisconsin phrase that means that things are the opposite of how they usually are.”
    â€œHow utterly charming,” Adam said dryly. “Now about baby-sitting…”
    â€œI’ve still got some more questions.”
    â€œCan’t you take cash like a normal babysitter?”
    â€œYou don’t want to,” she said flatly.
    â€œI didn’t say that,” Adam protested. “I’m just a little confused by the offer. You’re saying you’ll baby-sit Karen for me if I have sex with you?”
    â€œYes. You’ll do for my purposes,” she said. “And I’m perfect for your purposes. I’ll even keep house and leave dinner for you every night. It’s tough to see a downside.”
    She had him there. He looked her up and down. Sure, her dress covered everything that a man in his position would want to see before shaking hands. He would put her in a new dress—he had always been partial to something black, something low-cut. And he’d give her some heels because all women’s legs looked better with a bit of a lift. He’d get her a hairdo a shade more complicated than the black elastic band holding her curls in a ponytail. And he’d give her lipstick—red—perfume—Chanel still did it best—and a not-so-transactional approach.
    Then he remembered himself.
    â€œNo way,” he said.
    She looked surprised but not nearly disappointed enough.
    â€œThe people in this town don’t look like they’d take kindly to the idea of a trade-off like this,” he explained. “They’d think I was taking advantage of you.”
    â€œI don’t intend for people in this town to know.”
    â€œA total secret.”
    â€œCannot tell a soul. Even Karen. Especially Karen.”
    â€œYou’re serious.”
    â€œYes. That would be one of the conditions.”
    â€œWhat are the others? Not that I’m saying yes, I’m just interested.”
    â€œYou’d have to understand there’s no future once you leave town.”
    Excuse me, that was his line! One he delivered before a woman came to his bed. Although he tendered it more gently, even with a touch of regret. Stacy was blunt, no-nonsense and crossed her arms over her chest as if to say “Don’t even think of bargaining with me over this one, buddy.”
    â€œI don’t want to be in your black book. I don’t want to hear from you later.”
    â€œMy black book?”
    â€œIt was on your kitchen table. I didn’t look past the A s.”
    â€œAny other conditions?”
    â€œNo weird stuff,” she said. “But I want to try everything. Everything within