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Darla looked like they were Greco-Roman wrestling . At least they were clothed.  
    “I don’t want you to read it and think it sucks,” she gasped as Trevor prevailed and got the e-reader .
    “Do you write about me?”
    “Do you have a double-knotted penis?”
    “Shhh. That was our little secret.”
    “Little.” I laughed.
    Trevor glared at me. “You know what I mean.”
    “No, I don’t. I’m not the guy who sleeps with you two. Speaking of which, where is Joe? We have a gig next week and he said he’d be here this weekend to practice. Sam and I have to strip tonight but we have tomorrow to practice.”
    “He’s on his way,” Darla announced as Trevor began reading the e-reader .
    “Travis? Your main character’s name is TRAVIS?” he shouted. “And….” H e tapped the screen, scanned, and then repeated that a few times. “J osh ?” He rolled his eyes. “You’re writing werewolf romance novels about Travis and J osh and—”
    “Danielle,” she muttered.
    “Oh, this isn’t autobiographical or anything,” he said with great sarcasm.
    “ Are y ou a secret werewolf I don’t know about?” Darla spat out.
    Trevor started to laugh as someone knocked on the door. “No, but you make me want to howl at the moon and do crazy things involving my un-knotted dick,” he said just as Joe walked in the door.
    Pissed.
    “Jesus, Trev, you kn e w I was coming home today and you still can’t stop keeping her to yourself? Tha n ks a fuck of a lot.”
    “Right. That’s exactly what I was doing. You nailed it, Joe.”
    “Looks like you were about to nail it.”
    “I thought you two didn’t get jealous of each other?” Amy asked. “ Isn’t that the whole point of how your threesome works?” She looked to Darla for clarification, but Darla looked like she was a beet attached to a bicycle pump.  
    “Shut up,” they all said in unison.
    “Hey!” Sam barked. Somehow the room went from friendly ribbing about Darla’s werewolf porn writing to a massive testosterone standoff in three seconds.
    Joe had that effect on people.
    “ It? I am not an it,” Darla protested.  
    “No, you’re a chick who writes werewolf porn,” I said. All eyes were on me in a glare. Shit. Time to go grab a beer.
    Removing myself from the line of fire, I buried my head in their fridge. Darla practically lived there, and with Amy’s frequent visits the two managed to keep a decent amount of food here. My dinky studio ha d a dorm-sized fridge, which meant it barely held enough beer for me for one night.
    Trevor and Sam had actual green and orange vegetables in their fridge. Dairy products that hadn’t expired. And much better beer. I grabbed a Fat Tire and listened in. Watching fights between Darla, Trevor, and Joe was better than catching any reality show on cable. Someone s hould start a Threesomes show.
    “We weren’t talking about having sex with each other,” Darla told Joe. “We were talking about my writing.” She reached over for him and kissed that puckered-mouth asshole’s cheek. He really was an anal-retentive, con de scending pseudo-blue blood even when he didn’t realize it. Still, he was great at business and had something I couldn’t put my finger on when it came to playing bass. Without him, the band lacked a spark. A small one, but it was obvious.
    “Writing? What are you writing? Sweepstakes entries for your mom?”
    And there you go. Asshole couldn’t help it.  
    Amy gasped and began chattering a long string of feminist stuff at Joe, who just smirked. They had a routine, like an old married couple, except more bitter. Darla clutched the e-reader to her boobs like it was a hungry baby. Trevor put his hands on his hips and caught my eye. Then he looked at my beer.
    Grab me one , he mouthed, so what the hell—I got one f ro m the f ri dge, tossed it to him, and the two of us just watched.
    “I am writing a romance novel,” Darla declared.
    “Why?” Joe asked. Laughed his way through the