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    Maggie’s phone buzzed. She looked at it and muttered a few choice curse words as she sprinted out the door . “Who the hell sets a couch on fire in a courtyard?” she yelled as her footsteps pounded down the stairs to the outside .
    “Never a dull moment,” I called back. I closed my eyes and listened to the chorus of the Random Acts of Crazy song that wafte d into the window, the blend of Trevor and Liam’s voices like a lullaby. Liam’s hands on me last night, his claiming of something that used to be his, how his finger s were so hungry for my hips, my ass… me .
    He kissed me like he meant it. Like he really missed me.
    But too bad, Liam. You really did waste your only answered prayer.
    Liam
    Amy and Darla were on the couch at Trevor and Sam’s place, heads touching as they bent over Amy’s e-reader , tapping and reading.
    Amy frowned. “I don’t think werewolves have two knots in their penises.”
    Darla looked surprised. “All my research says—”
    Huh? “You’re talking about werewolf cocks? What the hell do you learn in library science school?” I asked Amy. I expected her to blush like she always did, but instead she tipped her chin up, defiant.
    “It’s not homework.”
    “Then you read this shit for pleasure?” Chicks.
    “It’s not shit!” Darla turned pink, which took me by surprise. Nothing made Darla blush. The woman fucked Joe in an airplane toilet and came out covered in blue toilet water and took a fucking nap like it was no big deal . Why would sh e blush about a wolf’s penis?
    “Hey, what you read is your own business. If getting off on bestiality stories gets you going—”
    “It’s not bestiality!” Darla and Amy shouted at me. Amy flipped the e-reader over.
    Sam came out from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, shaving cream on half his face. “What the hell is going on?” His eyes looked at me with a half-angry, half-curious stare.
    Trevor happened to walk in the door, six-pack in hand. He took in the scene. “What’s up?”
    “Darla and Amy are defending their perverted bestiality p orn o shit reading,” I declared.
    “It’s NOT shit! I don’t write shit!” Darla shouted.
    “ And it’s not porn!” Amy added.  
    “Write?” Now I understood, and turned to Darla . “You wrote that story? Knots in penises and werewolves? What do they teach you in those English classes at Harvard?” She had been bragging about her part-time schedule at the Harvard Extension school for the past year.
    “A hell of a lot more than you’d think,” she snapped back. Trevor unloaded the beer into the fridge and came back into the living r o om. Sam disappeared back into the bathroom.
    “Explain,” Trevor said, settling on the couch next to Darla.
    Amy and Darla exchanged a look.
    “Spill,” Trevor said, his hand stroking up Darla’s wrist to her shoulder, lips nuzzling her neck. A hot blast of want plowed through me, except I wanted to do that to Charlotte.
    “I’m writing,” Darla said. She was uncharacteristically brief, which was fine with me. That woman’s mouth was turned on more often than a horny seventeen-year-old guy at a porn movie awards show.
    “You’re writing werewolf romance novels?” Trevor pried.
    “Yes.”
    “For class?”
    “Sorta.”
    “You can speak in more than one- to two-word sentences,” Trevor coaxed.
    “I know.” A smile twitched at her lips.
    Trevor reached for the e-reader . Darla swiped it from Amy and sat on it.
    “That just gives me an excuse to grab you r ass,” Trevor announced. Great. Like we needed to see Trevor grab Darla’s ass any more than we already did. Made me think about Charlotte’s ass, nice and snug against the cloth of her skirt, the curve of—  
    Get out of my head, Charlotte . She kept creeping in every time I saw one of my friends with their chick.
    “I’m a little hurt,” Trevor gasped as he wrestled Darla on the couch. Amy skittered out of the way and ran into the bathroom as Trevor and