Page 32 of Wanted

“I’m good.” Leigh smiled. “I almost called you actually.”

Why? You’re pretty and all, but I don’t need that experience for my book. Already did the girl sex thing, thank you.

Now if Leigh happened to wield a paddle, Marcia might have a use for her. After her discussion with Cale the night before, she’d decided she could use a little fetish research. But that didn’t appear to be the case here.

“You did?” Marcia asked reluctantly.

Leigh tucked her hair behind her ear. Vamp makeup aside, she didn’t seem ready to embrace her inner vixen. “Yeah. How’s your brother?”

“Spencer?”

“Who else?”

Hmm. Leigh’s crush on Spencer had been well known around the Nook. Had she misinterpreted Leigh’s fascination for her or had Spencer’s lack of interest put her off men altogether? Shit, if any man could turn a woman off sex with men, Spencer probably could. It took a strong female to put up with his crap.

That and a prescription of Valium.

“I do have another brother, you know,” Marcia said drily.

“I know.” Leigh squished up her nose. “I met Adam. He’s annoying.”

Two for two with the Galvin men. Maybe together they’d dealt the death blow to Leigh’s heterosexuality?

“He’s a man. Men, by and large, are annoying. They also have their uses.”

“When the batteries run out?”

Marcia stared. Leigh had developed a sense of humor too? “What happened to you?”

Leigh flipped her book around just long enough for Marcia to see the full title.What A Woman Knows About Orgasms That Men Don’t. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Huh. Maybe she hadn’t been so misguided in her assessment of Leigh after all. Not that she cared either way but it would certainly explain Leigh’s sudden affection towardher. It wasn’t as if women were ever driven to actually become her friend. “You’re, ah, different,” Marcia hedged.

“Oh. That. Yes, I am. Very.” Leigh clutched her orgasm book against her chest and tipped her chin toward a nearby bench. “Can we sit down for a minute?”

“Sure.” Writing the great American sex advice book could wait a few minutes probably.

“So how’s Spencer?”

Marcia frowned. If Leigh had become a lesbian, she obviously hadn’t abandoned the heterosexual life completely. Her tongue practically lolled every time she brought up Marcia’s younger brother. “He’s fine. He and Kelly, hisgirlfriend,” she enunciated carefully, not wanting Leigh to harbor any illusions, “are still very happy together. They’re going to open their new bookstore in a few months.”

“That’s great. He hasn’t talked to you about anything, has he? About me?”

So maybe shewasn’ta lesbian. Hard to say for sure. “No, he hasn’t,” Marcia said gently.

When Leigh’s face brightened, Marcia decided she had no clue about Leigh’s preferences, sexual or otherwise.

Was it any wonder she avoided chicks? They weren’t easy like men. Giving them sex and home-cooked food rarely gained good favor and they never said what they meant. Every comment included subtext that required a special decoder ring and 3-D glasses to interpret.

“Awesome. So anyway, here’s the thing.” Leigh glanced over her shoulder, blushing so deeply that her cheeks and hair became the same shade. “You have an active sex life, right?”

Marcia blinked. God, had rumors about last night’s threesome already made it around the Nook? Cale had a big mouth. Maybe he’d been bragging.

She grinned. That really didn’t bother her. At all.

“Yes. I do. Extremely active.”

“Man, rub it in.”

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