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There’s a short knock on my door, and then Kynan walks in He looks ot laid nicely He flops down in one of the guest chairs, stretching his legs out in front of him and settles his clasped hands over his belly

“What’s up?” he asks

“Not ain I know a text didn’t come in because I would have heard it, but just in case “What are you up to?”

“Just got an a from Nebraska or sorin “She’s here for a bachelorette party In fact, there’s a group of about twenty of theet in on that action”

“Not tonight,” I say brusquely as I pull some papers out of my lateral file drawer so it looks like I’m busy “Got too much to do”

“Bullshit,” Kynan says, and his sparkling eyes say it all Still, he irl on your ht”

Kynan sounds way too confident to make that assertion, so I ask, “What makes you think that?”

“Lydia at the hostess stand heard it fro out of your aparthly fucked and satisfied And this is big news, of course, because everyone knows you never take women into your apartment and you don’t do repeats”

“Jesus,” I itation “Don’t the people around here have anything better to do than gossip?”

“Not when you’re like the most wantedthe most elusive”

“So I like to fuck her,” I say with a shrug “What’s the big deal if I was super horny last night and wanted to go several rounds?”

“Because you’ve been super horny before and gone several rounds with a variety of woht in your club,” he says, further rubbing my nose into the fact I’ve really stepped outside my boundaries

The “whooping” sound of an incorab my phone, relieved to see a text from Trista All is fine Headed hoular time