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“Jax and Chase are starting a bodyguard agency together. Chase started it but he invited Jax…or commandeered him, I’m not really sure. Anyway, Chase shoved me off toward his partner so he wouldn’t have to deal with us having sex.” Amazing how just stating that again in clear, crisp terms reminded her that she shouldn’t care about Chase’s women issues. If he couldn’t even man up enough to rationally discuss her security needs—that he had foisted upon her in the first place—because he was so afraid of being consumed by her fearsome desire for more scream-worthy sex, he clearly didn’t deserve her consideration.
If she’d ever had time for a guy who needed to grow up, it wasn’t now.
“So my brother is a bodyguard. As is Jason. And you’re a singer.” Cass smiled faintly. “You do have a lovely voice.”
“Thank you.” She would not get choked up right now. Would not. “Why aren’t you more shocked about me and Chase? I mean, it’s not an actual thing. Only once. But still.”
“You had me pack white chocolate sauce.”
“Huh?” The memory filtered into her consciousness and she kept from blushing by reliving that afternoon in her living room in all of its magnificent glory. Ah, yes. The white chocolate sauce.
Cass shook her head, sending her long wand earrings into a twirl. “Shutters? You and Chase? The white chocolate enhanced sauce? I’m not that stupid, Sum. Part of me wondered if maybe you’d bought it for another guy. Hoped, probably. I don’t think I was ready to go there yet. You and Chase?” She shook her head again.
“It’s not that weird.” Summer sounded defensive even to her own ears.
“Never mind that right now. What do you sing?”
Summer rubbed her nose in a probably futile attempt to stave off the perennially leaky valves behind her eyes. “Country mostly, plus some rock and pop thrown in. And folk.”
“No gospel?”
“Probably some influence, here and there. I write my own songs too. Not all of them. I also do covers.” She thought of “I Love Rock and Roll” and her cheeks heated. “You’re not mad?”
“That you sing? No.”
“What about the danger?”
“Do you sing naked or something?”
Summer had to laugh. Maybe her best friend was more open-minded than she’d given her credit for. “No. It’s just that sometimes I’m singing in places you might not like.” When Cass didn’t reply at first, she rushed ahead. “I remain committed to my job here. My singing won’t interfere with that, I promise.”
Cass sighed and rubbed her hand over her eyes. Her chunky bangle bracelet slid down her wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of her uniform shirt. She did not wear a cute short skirt like Summer’s, but starched pants. Summer couldn’t remember the last time Cass had worn a skirt.
Or looked so darn tired.
“I never doubted your commitment to Triple Scoop. Now, please, back to where we were.” Cass circled a pale, mauve-tipped finger. “Places like where?”
“Um, Canada, but that was only one time.”
“Canada?”
“The club was in a very nice province. Very safe,” she stressed. “And also New York.”
“Well, yes, we live in New York.”
“No, the city.”
“How many times?”
Yeah, this might get sticky. “Uh, maybe thirty?”
Cass reached for her ubiquitous bottle of water, uncapped it and drank. After approximately two sips, she capped it again, set it down and turned blazing eyes on Summer. “Who is your new best friend?”
“What?”
“First you tell me you slept with my brother. My brother who will nail anything that moves, then nail it again for good measure. If you suspected things were heading that way, why didn’t you say something? Or ask me for advice or, hell, I don’t know, tips?” She wrinkled her nose. “Never mind that last part. Ugh. Disgusting. Anyway, my point is, you did not call me before this event, nor after—”
Summer held up a hand. “Technically I did call you after.” She blushed. “It happened last night.”
