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“Samurai Cop,” Adam said without hesitation.
Deacon high-fived him. “Yes.”
“There’s no way that’s a real thing.” No. Way. They’d thrown words together trying to be funny.
Adam’s grin grew. “Oh, Brooke. Sweet, sweet, Brooke. Your world is about to be rocked.”
“Or, it may feel more like rock-bottom, depending on how you feel about the movie.” Deacon’s tone was playful.
I was beyond intrigued. “Let’s see this marvelous wonder you callNinja Cop.”
“Samurai Cop,” Adam corrected me. “Very important detail. I’ll grab my gear.” He turned toward the stairs.
“I’ll close the shop and call for food,” Deacon said.
Adam gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I perched on the edge of the couch while I waited. They weren’t gone long. Within fifteen minutes, Deacon had an assortment of wings, Adam had his laptop hooked up to a small HD projector, and they had arranged the furniture so we could watch.
The guys sat on either side of me, and Adam started the movie.
“There’ll be lines through the movie.” I nodded at the tri-fold divider with opening credits reflected off it.
“It doesn’t even matter. I promise you.” Adam handed me a plate piled with food.
That seemed unlikely, but they seemed to know what they were doing.
For the next hour and half, I watched in amazement and horror, mixed with the frequent laugh of disbelief, at the mess that played out in front of us.
When it was over, I stared at the silk screen where images had been seconds earlier, and blinked rapidly in disbelief. “What did we just watch?”
“Epic, right?” Adam asked.
Deacon snorted. “So bad it’s good.”
“Softcore porn?” I was still processing. “Meets eighties sitcom? With bad editing?”
“More or less.” Adam didn’t sound bothered at all. “You laughed.”
“Because it wasbad.”
“That’s the point,” Deacon said. “Hilariously bad.”
It was starting to make sense. A little.Samurai Copkept playing in my mind, as much as I wanted to forget it. “And then he brought out a cake, and sangHappy Birthday, wearing nothing but a thong.”
“You mean that didn’t turn you on, baby?” Deacon’s tone was instantly over-the-top seductive in a not-quite Austin Powers kind of way.
I made a fake gagging noise. “I know you’re not even a little serious right now.”
Adam tugged me into his lap, as if it were the most natural thing. Then again, it had become that. He trailed his nose lightly up my neck. “You don’t want some sexy hunk of beef in practically nothing bringing you cake in bed?”
“I mean…” How was I supposed to answer that? It felt like a trick question.
“I do.” Adam nipped my earlobe.
He was saying one thing, but was it what he meant to say?
“Wait. Do you want to be the sexy hunk, or be served by the sexy hunk?” Deacon voiced the question in my head.
