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They exchange suspicious looks.

“This is an intervention,” Gabe begins.

“Intervention?”

“About your sex life.”

“My sex life is fine, thank you very much.” I take a larger, guilty gulp of my drink.

They roll their eyes in tandem.

Hey, that's my job.

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Totally fine.”

“Glad we cleared that up,” I sass back, but almost spit onto the sheepskin rug when Sheena throws out a question.

“When were you going to tell us you're in love with Landon Radek?”

“Sorry?”

“You thought you were so sneaky,” she says. “I've known you forever, Indira. You took on Landon as a client and, what? Coincidentally started a situationship with the mysterious Gym Guy? After not giving any man a single second of your time for the past seven years?” Sheena scoffs.

Gabe and Bea hide knowing smiles behind their hands. Traitors! The whole lot!

“Do you know what you sound like when you talk about him? Your voice goes all gooey, the same as it did when we were twelve. It's not like with anyone else. Not Manu Varma or Griff in high school, not Russ Kleinmann at uni. It's always been Landon. It's never been anyone but him.”

“Wow,” I intone. “For someone who sobbed out Hanuman Chalisa at the first sign of turbulence on our flight down here, you’re getting bold.”

Bea chokes on her sip of boozy hot chocolate. It splatters onto her chest, staining her fair skin and neckline.

I clap my hands together in prayer, scrunch my eyes shut, and imitate my best friend. “Jay Hanuman gnan gun sagar! Jay Kapis tihu lok ujagar!”

She fumes. “You're so annoying!”

“Who are you, anyway, The Great Nurse Detective?”

“Enough!” Gabe butts in. “You think we couldn't tell between the lovelorn look in your eyes and the ‘client emergency’ in the middle of that Diwali party?”

I take a flabbergasted swallow. “You knew, too?”

“Please.Pfft. I figured it out after that two-on-two game at Fit365. How stupid do I look? 'Sucks that we didn't run into Gym Guy.'”

Another guilty gasp escapes me.

“I guessed it when he threw those heart eyes at you while playing against Vancouver,” Bea adds. “I still wanna know what you bet? Was it blowjobs or…?”

“Fuck! Fine!” I halt the onslaught with a held-up hand, then cover my eyes. “I can't believe you all knew.” The whine I force out is childish and desperate. “Is this what you wanna hear? I'm stupidly in love with him. Weweremessing around, but he's so good to me and perfect and I love him. I love him, okay?” I take a long breath before crumpling into the sofa. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Bea clears her throat, breaking the momentary silence. “You're supposed to tell him.”

Chapter 43: There’s Cannabis In This?

Landon

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