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  It was about trust.

  He took Anne to Cedar Point, his treat, to prove he could be a good houseguest and not just an imposition. They rode the coasters, shared some lemonade, swapped stories. He hadn’t talked about his time working at the park in years, hadn’t met anyone who’d have understood or cared, but something about Anne opened his mouth on words he wasn’t expecting to say. He turned the tables, got her to talk about herself, instead. And on the way home, though he’d promised her it wouldn’t happen, a storm blew up over the lake and tried to tip the small sailboat that had belonged to James’ grandparents. Alex had promised to take care of her, and she’d trusted him, and so though he could feel his jaw set tight and hard at the wind and water threatening to tip them, he didn’t let her know how much trouble they were in.

  He got them home just as the rain hit, soaking them both. The kitchen floor was slick beneath their wet feet, and they skidded as he slammed the door. Anne, dripping, stared at him with her arms clutched around her tight.

  “You’re shivering.” He handed her a dish towel and forced his eyes to stay on her face and not the tight, hard points of her nipples poking through her thin, wet T-shirt.

  “My father,” Anne said suddenly, “took me out on a boat. The storm came up fast. We weren’t too far out. But I didn’t know how to sail. And he was...”

  Alex understood, then, what had allowed Anne to look so deep inside him without even knowing him. He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, nothing to say.

  She shuddered and straightened her shoulders. Bucking up. Putting on the brave face he also understood. “We didn’t drown, obviously.”

  “But you were scared. You’re still scared, remembering it.”

  “I was ten. I didn’t know any better. My dad wouldn’t have done anything to hurt me.”

  Alex didn’t need to know her father to believe that wasn’t true, but who was he to burst her bubble? He squeezed again as lightning flashed and made her jump; she slipped on the tiles but he was there to make sure she didn’t fall.

  The lights went out.

  He could have pulled her into his arms. Touched her. He could have put his mouth to hers and had the rain-diluted taste of her kiss on his tongue in no more than a heartbeat or two.

  She spoke. “He was drunk.”

  He hadn’t been too noble to take advantage of someone’s vulnerability in the past, not when it suited him. He had no doubts he’d find himself in a place to do it again in the future. In darkness, Alex knew all too well how easy fantasy could be, and what it could do, and where it could lead. But listening to the sound of Anne’s breathing, feeling the heat of her skin even as she shivered from the chill of dampness, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t take what Jamie had offered. Not like this, with her words pulling memories he’d rather have left buried to the surface.

  “Families suck,” he said, his best attempt at giving comfort.

  The lights came on. They moved apart. The moment broke and was gone, but the memory of it lingered there between them, something the storm had dredged to the surface and refused to sink again.

  * * *

  “Where are you, fucker?”

  Alex laughed into the cell phone. “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”

  Jamie snorted. “Just wondered where the hell you were off to every day.”

  Since the day of the storm, Alex had been putting some much-needed distance between him and Jamie’s wife. “Trying to get my punk ass a job.”

  “Any luck?”

  Alex looked at his watch, then the empty table across from him. Troy Sauders, one of his contacts, was supposed to meet him for lunch. So far, the man hadn’t showed. Alex didn’t want to think it was because of anything Bell might have said about him, but you could never be sure. Sometimes corporate America, even when it was headquartered overseas, could be as vicious and backstabbing as high school.

  “Not yet. I think I’ve been ditched, actually. Shit.”

  “No worries, man. I’m sure you’ll get something. Hey, you could always come work for me. We could use a transportation guy.”

  “Dude, transportation specialist doesn’t mean dump truck driver.” Alex laughed, though, thinking about it. “Maybe if I get desperate.”

  “I’d be your boss.”

  “Then I’m definitely not in. I’ll catch you at home later, okay?”

  “Yeah, man, I’ll be back regular time. And...Alex.”

  Alex’s smile faded. “Yeah, brother.”

  “Have you been thinking about what we talked about? Just wondering. Because you haven’t been around as much as I thought you might be, and I thought maybe...”

  “It’s cool,” Alex said after the pause Jamie left proved he wasn’t going to continue.

  How did you tell a guy who offered you his wife that yeah, she was a smoking hot piece of ass, but no, you couldn’t bang her because you...fuckit to hell...you liked her too much?

  “Good. I don’t want it to be weird or anything, that’s all.”

  “Fuck you, Jamie, anything you do is weird.”

  Jamie laughed. “Fuck you.”

  “Fuck you!” Alex laughed, too, giddy with the sense of boyhood and the power of a curse word they’d once thought so grown up.

  The guy passing his table, tall, brown-haired, built like a runner, paused to look back. Great ass under a designer suit and a hundred-dollar haircut.

  “Gotta go,” Alex said. “I’ll see you later.”

  He disconnected without waiting for a goodbye and shot his wrist another look. Sauders wasn’t coming, or he was hella late and too fucking rude to bother calling. Well, fuck him. Alex Kennedy had money and time, and now, courtesy of his best friend reminding him there could be a threesome in the future, he had half a hard-on, too.

  “How’s it going,” he said to the guy with the nice ass when they both got to the cashier.

  “Good. You?” He paid with a shiny silver card and made sure Alex could see it, along with the shiny watch on his wrist.

  It was a cliché that gay men would fuck anything, but Alex had no problem with that. By the time he’d followed the guy to his shiny silver BMW, he was already getting hard inside his own designer suit pants. The backseat turned out to be plenty big enough for two.

  The guy didn’t offer a name. Didn’t even ask about preferences. He just unzipped, tore open the latex condom package with his teeth and got to work, sucking Alex’s cock like it had been on the menu inside. His sloppy wet tongue circled the head and he used his lips to suck hard before sliding all the way down the shaft to Alex’s balls, where his hand met his mouth.

  Even blunted by the rubber it was hot, hard, fast and good with a little bit of physical mess but no emotional garbage to deal with. Alex tilted his hips upward into the guy’s mouth and closed his eyes. They slid on leather seats growing hot in the summer sunshine. The scent of sex smothered him until he drew in small, shallow breaths but couldn’t stand it any longer, thrusting upward with a strangled groan when the guy’s fingertip slid backward to press inquisitively at his ass.

  “Fuck, yes. Do it.”

  Alex heard the sound of tearing plastic again and then the finger was back. Pleasure shook him, made greater by the anonymity. He knew nothing about this man other than his taste in clothes and cars and condoms. It was all he had to know.

  The man’s finger slipped inside, pressing as the tight muscles relaxed. Alex grunted, shifting against the hot, sucking mouth and the slick, stroking finger sending shards of pleasure spiking into every nerve. The man between his legs; his moans muffled around Alex’s cock, moved faster.

  Alex shifted, opening his eyes to look down to where the guy was not only sucking and fingering him, but stroking himself with his other hand. Fucking talented bastard. The sight pushed Alex closer to the edge. It was always better the other person got off, too.

  Pleasure coiled tight and hard, low in his belly and balls. He fucked the man’s mouth harder and bore down wit