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always right, and it pissed me off. A hurt expression flickered in her dark eyes, and I put my hands up.
    “Shit, Lucy. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Look, let’s just talk about something else. What’s going on with this boyfriend of yours?”
    I had no idea why I asked that. I didn’t really want to hear anything about her boyfriend. The thought of some other guy putting his hands all over her made my stomach flip with jealousy, even though I knew I had no right to be jealous. She wasn’t mine.
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
    “What’s he like?” I asked.
    Another shrug.
    “He’s okay, I guess,” she said. “His parents own the PR company that used to work with CBC, but he doesn’t do much of anything these days. Work-wise, that is.”
    Jesus, the guy sounded like a fucking loser. He didn’t even work? It sucked to see someone as motivated as Lucy being stuck on a guy like him. She’d always worked hard at everything she did – school, work, her volunteer stuff in Africa. What the hell was she doing with him? Part of me wondered if it was my fault. Did she think she couldn’t do any better after the shit I’d put her through back in school? Had I really made her that insecure? A pang of guilt gnawed at my guts at the thought.
    “Why wasn’t he here helping you move in the other day? Shit, I helped out more than he did, and you don’t even like me,” I asked.
    “Yes, you did help,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “You helped put a certain little gift in my drawer, I seem to recall.”
    I couldn’t help but grin. “You’re still pissed about that? Look, it was just a stupid joke. Give it back and I’ll return it to the store if you’re that mad at me over it.”
    The blush from earlier returned to her cheeks. “I…um…no, you don’t need to do that. It’s okay.”
    Well, shit. That could only mean one thing. She’d used it. The thought of her lying back and playing with herself with the toy I gave her made me instantly rock hard. I tried and failed to stop a triumphant smirk from spreading across my face, and she splashed water at me.
    “I hate you,” she said.
    I splashed water right back at her, and she squealed. “Stop!”
    “You started it,” I said.
    She dipped her head under the water and swam to the other end of the pool to get away from me, and I followed after her.
    “C’mon, let’s have a race or something,” I said, shaking my head like a dog as I came up for air.
    Water droplets from my hair sprayed her in the eyes, and she blinked them away and frowned at me. “A race? What are we, twelve?”
    “Nah. I was just hoping to see a little breaststroke action,” I replied, staring right at her tits.
    She rolled her eyes. “Funny. Fine, I’ll race you, but you won’t win.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “No bullshit. You might be bigger and stronger than me, but I’m quicker. That’s what’s good about being small. You don’t stand a chance.”
    “Okay. You’re on. First to reach the other side wins.”
    “What do I get if I win?” she asked.
    “You’ll have to find out. But you won’t win. Now go!”
    With that I took off, powering through the water in fast, heavy strokes.
    “That’s cheating!” I heard her call out behind me as I came up for a breath. “I wasn’t ready yet!”
    I reached the other end a good fifteen seconds before she did, and she slapped me on the chest as she angrily paddled over to me.
    “Cheater!”
    “Sore loser.”
    She playfully swatted me again, and my eyes traveled from her tits up to her lips. Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, and insanity overtook me. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned down, crushing my lips against hers in a hot embrace. I breathed in sharply as I felt her body respond to my touch, and I locked my arms around her back. I didn’t want to let her go, and she wasn’t making any moves to escape either. As my tongue hunted for a way into her mouth, my