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“He’s. . .impressive.”
    Cassandra turned to watch Brady take those last few steps inside, and when he turned, she gave him a little finger wave.
    She said, “Impressive? Yes, yes, he is.”
    Shane sighed. “Tell me he is one of those big, hard men that loves to cuddle, and when he gets his hands on you, he is so gentle you want to choke him.”
    Cassandra flicked her eyes to Christian, still purple, and said, “Gentle? He is not particularly.”
    Shane groaned and whispered, “Rough? Oh, my God. I’m never going to be able to get out of this pool.”
    “We’ll just have to stay in here until you’re all wrinkly and pruny.”
    “Yes, that is how long we’re going to stay in here.” Shane held up his hand. “Only two more questions. Will he be joining us? And does he wear a Speedo?”
    She shook her head. “And I don’t know what he wears. My guess would be. . .he wears nothing.”
    Shane said with no heat, “Bitch,” and she laughed.
    “Cool your jets, Smokey. He wasn’t that hot.”
    “Right. Because your fripples aren’t telling you to pop upstairs for a quickie.”
    Quite a few parts of were telling her to do that but she said, “This water is cold. Too bad that explanation doesn’t work for you.”
    “Too bad the cold water isn’t working for me.”
    She looked down into the water. “Perhaps Christian is on to something with those board shorts. At least while we’re in the water, we just don’t know what he thought about Brady, do we?”
    Shane said, “Brady? Oh, Brady. I like it. And Christian is a red-blooded gay man. We know what he thought about Brady.”
    Christian had been watching them silently but at that he said, “I already said he was impressive. What more do you want?”
    Cassandra said, “We want to hear you say you’d tie that man down and have him six ways to Sunday. Or that he could tie you down. Either one, really.”
    “I’m not going to say that. I wouldn’t say it about a woman; I won’t say it about a man.”
    Shane sighed theatrically. “He’s going to be noble. Respectful.”
    Cassandra didn’t sigh. She said, “You wouldn’t even think it, would you, Christian?”
    When he shook his head, Cassandra said to Shane, “Good Mormon gay boy. You’ll just have to be catty and bitchy and lustful with me.”
    Shane looked at Christian. “Good Mormon gay boy. What am I going to be with you?”
    He sounded like he was honestly wondering. What was Shane going to be, who was he going to be.
    Cassandra swam away. She let him wonder.
    Because that was all she had.
    She couldn’t veto Christian. Shane would have to do that himself.
    She would be as catty, and as bitchy, and as lustful as they normally were. She wouldn’t hide it from Christian.
    Because if he was going to leave, he would have to do it sooner rather than later.
    And if he wasn’t going to leave, then she was going to have to like him. And she was pretty sure that would be impossible.

    When they finished swimming, they went up to the penthouse and ordered from room service, just because.
    Shane ate his fish with gusto and said, “I like it. I like the penthouse. I like Brady. You may continue.”
    “You didn’t even meet him. You just like that he gives you tingles.”
    “Yes. I don’t need to meet him. I just need to look at him.”
    Christian ate his burger and fries with a little less gusto. He had asked for ketchup and mayonnaise, mixing them together to cries of horror. He dipped and ate, dipped and ate, and Cassandra and Shane just looked at each other.
    Christian said, “Are you sure putting our dinners on the tab was okay?”
    Cassandra nodded. “Brady will pay. He just doesn’t know about it yet.”
    Shane said, “I’m sure he knows by now that you will make him pay in myriad ways.”
    “He’s figuring it out. And he lets me be creative in how I pay him back.”
    Shane groaned, closing his eyes. He whispered, “You are killing me.”
    Cassandra flicked her eyes to