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breath of his own. I hurried over to Braden and put my arms around him, hugging him tightly and rubbing his back. His muscles felt like piano wires and I could feel his heart beating fast.
“Braden, baby. Listen to me. You need to stop worrying. I love you and Cameron knows and respects that! He’s not going to try anything with me.”
“I do know and respect that! I really do! I would never touch her as long as you were together! I’ve only ever touched her once before! Well, a few times, but only one night, and it was eight years ago when I was nineteen years old!” Cameron said emphatically.
“You’ve slept with Gabrielle?” Adam asked. “You haven’t slept with her too, have you, Mark?”
“No!” Mark answered.
“Good, or I would have felt
really
left out,” Adam, who was apparently suicidal, added.
“It was when we were in college!” I seethed. “Before I even
knew
Braden.”
“Thanks for trying to protect me, by the way,” Cam said, looking at Jess. “Didn’t
you
wonder why Gabrielle was half naked with me?”
“It’s Gabrielle and so I just assumed that there was some nutty reason for it. I’ve learned not to question why she does anything. It’s better that way,” she answered with a smile, collapsing into her desk chair.
“Okay, I’m sorry!” Braden said finally. “You have to admit it was kind of weird!”
“Well, that was fun,” Adam quipped.
“Braden, man,” Mark said, “you’re planning to marry this woman.” He looked at me and his eyes dropped to my chest for one second before he shook his head and looked away. “You really need to get used to walking in on weird shit, dude!”
“Did you say ‘nice tits, Gabrielle’?” Braden asked Adam with a hint of menace.
“So, we came by to see if you wanted to have lunch together!” Adam said cheerfully while slowly backing away from Braden.
“That’s a great idea! I need to talk to everyone about something anyway,” I said grabbing my purse and bolting out the door. Luckily, they did follow me.
We all sat around a table at Reading Terminal Market eating our lunch and chatting much more calmly. Probably because we were all fully dressed and nobody was in mortal danger.
“Should I be brave and ask Gabrielle what she wanted to talk to us about?” Mark asked, taking a bite of his sushi.
“I wanted to tell you about a napkin that we found on the floor,” I explained.
“You wanted to talk to us about litter, honey?” Jess asked. She didn’t really sound surprised, for some reason.
“We found it right in front of Braden’s door after someone had pulled a false alarm and we had to leave the building. It wasn’t there when we left.”
“Somebody must have just dropped it when people were evacuating,” Adam said, eyeing up his corn dog a little suspiciously. A corn dog? Really, Adam?
“It was a cocktail napkin,” I explained. “How many firemen do you know who go out for cocktails before going on duty?”
“Maybe another resident dropped it,” Mark suggested.
“It was right in front of my door,” Braden admitted a little reluctantly.
“It was from a place called Club 51 and on the back someone had written 7161030.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cam asked.
“I think it’s a date and time. This Friday at ten-thirty and I think we should go check it out!” I said excitedly.
“What do you mean ‘we’? Who do we look like? The Scooby Doo gang?” Adam asked, biting into his dubious looking food-like product.
“Oh trust me, man!” Mark broke in, “you haven’t lived until you’ve gone with Gabrielle on one of her little adventures. What should we dress up as
this time
?”
“Aliens,” I answered dryly. “The club has a conspiracy theme. The 51 refers to Area 51.” I took a bite of my veggie lasagna. All the adrenaline had given me a big appetite. I could probably eat a whole pan of this stuff.
“Uh oh! Conspiracies!” Adam said. “Maybe your litterbug read the
“Braden, baby. Listen to me. You need to stop worrying. I love you and Cameron knows and respects that! He’s not going to try anything with me.”
“I do know and respect that! I really do! I would never touch her as long as you were together! I’ve only ever touched her once before! Well, a few times, but only one night, and it was eight years ago when I was nineteen years old!” Cameron said emphatically.
“You’ve slept with Gabrielle?” Adam asked. “You haven’t slept with her too, have you, Mark?”
“No!” Mark answered.
“Good, or I would have felt
really
left out,” Adam, who was apparently suicidal, added.
“It was when we were in college!” I seethed. “Before I even
knew
Braden.”
“Thanks for trying to protect me, by the way,” Cam said, looking at Jess. “Didn’t
you
wonder why Gabrielle was half naked with me?”
“It’s Gabrielle and so I just assumed that there was some nutty reason for it. I’ve learned not to question why she does anything. It’s better that way,” she answered with a smile, collapsing into her desk chair.
“Okay, I’m sorry!” Braden said finally. “You have to admit it was kind of weird!”
“Well, that was fun,” Adam quipped.
“Braden, man,” Mark said, “you’re planning to marry this woman.” He looked at me and his eyes dropped to my chest for one second before he shook his head and looked away. “You really need to get used to walking in on weird shit, dude!”
“Did you say ‘nice tits, Gabrielle’?” Braden asked Adam with a hint of menace.
“So, we came by to see if you wanted to have lunch together!” Adam said cheerfully while slowly backing away from Braden.
“That’s a great idea! I need to talk to everyone about something anyway,” I said grabbing my purse and bolting out the door. Luckily, they did follow me.
We all sat around a table at Reading Terminal Market eating our lunch and chatting much more calmly. Probably because we were all fully dressed and nobody was in mortal danger.
“Should I be brave and ask Gabrielle what she wanted to talk to us about?” Mark asked, taking a bite of his sushi.
“I wanted to tell you about a napkin that we found on the floor,” I explained.
“You wanted to talk to us about litter, honey?” Jess asked. She didn’t really sound surprised, for some reason.
“We found it right in front of Braden’s door after someone had pulled a false alarm and we had to leave the building. It wasn’t there when we left.”
“Somebody must have just dropped it when people were evacuating,” Adam said, eyeing up his corn dog a little suspiciously. A corn dog? Really, Adam?
“It was a cocktail napkin,” I explained. “How many firemen do you know who go out for cocktails before going on duty?”
“Maybe another resident dropped it,” Mark suggested.
“It was right in front of my door,” Braden admitted a little reluctantly.
“It was from a place called Club 51 and on the back someone had written 7161030.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cam asked.
“I think it’s a date and time. This Friday at ten-thirty and I think we should go check it out!” I said excitedly.
“What do you mean ‘we’? Who do we look like? The Scooby Doo gang?” Adam asked, biting into his dubious looking food-like product.
“Oh trust me, man!” Mark broke in, “you haven’t lived until you’ve gone with Gabrielle on one of her little adventures. What should we dress up as
this time
?”
“Aliens,” I answered dryly. “The club has a conspiracy theme. The 51 refers to Area 51.” I took a bite of my veggie lasagna. All the adrenaline had given me a big appetite. I could probably eat a whole pan of this stuff.
“Uh oh! Conspiracies!” Adam said. “Maybe your litterbug read the
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