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And hewas there with her. Now. And they were probably in bed and—

Ishook my head with a grimace.No, don’t go there.

Instead,I sent him a text.

Me: IsNirvana still on for one o’clock?

There.I hoped it would interrupt him in whatever he was doing.

Thereply was immediate.

Carter:Yes.

Weagreed to meet at one o’clock and visit that gay bar where we hoped to findLuz, but I wondered if Carter was even going to show up. Would I show up if Iwere balls-deep inside him? Not for the world.

When acar door opened, I flinched and reached for my gun, only to see Carter standingoutside.

“Whatthe hell, man?” I exclaimed as he sat in the passenger seat. “You scared theshit out of me. I almost shot you.”

“Weagreed to meet, remember?”

“Yeah,but you’re early. It’s not even midnight.”

Helooked at me and frowned. “What crawled up your ass?”

Iopened a new pack of gum and tossed a piece of gum into my mouth beforestarting the car.

“Idon’t know what you mean.”

“Youwere a cuddly bear when I left you. Now, you’re more like a rabid dog.”

“Mycheek hurts,” I lied.

Heraised his hand and touched my face.

“Haveyou iced it?”

“Neme touche pas,” I muttered, slapping his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Forall I knew that hand could have been in a vagina not so long ago.

“Wow,”Carter said, cocking his eyebrows. “I have never seen you like this.”

“I’msorry,” I said, feeling like an asshole. “But it really hurts.”

Myheart.

“Whenwe get back home, you’re coming to my apartment. I have some ice packs thatshould help.”

“Areyou sure Vic won’t mind?” I said sulkily. “By the way, where is she? Waitingfor you in your bed?”

“Notas such. She has a fashion show tomorrow. She went home to get some rest.”

“So,no action for you tonight?”

“Myaction is none of your business,” he replied, scrolling through his phone.

Hedidn’t look like a guy who just got laid. Why? First, he smelled like himselfand not like her. Maybe he even smelled a little like me because I hugged himearlier. Second, he had a semi, which I noticed while ogling him. The guy whojust got some wouldn’t have a semi. Or would he? It made me realize that I hada semi too, so I covered my lap with my arm to hide the fact.

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