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gone, I go back to nothing. You still have Carrie."
Garrett sighed. "True. Well, I guess I am an idiot. I figured you might at least think it over. Maybe I should ask her if she has anyone she might be interested in."
"You're going to asked her?"
"Well, hell yeah, John, she's my wife. Maybe I should have just asked her first. She might not even have picked you, but I was kind of thinking of giving her the whole idea already put together. I guess if you're not into this I can consider other options."
The Ferris wheel dropped him hard and fast; his belly jumped to his throat. "So, what, you're going to find someone else?"
Garrett stretched his legs out, cocked an eyebrow, and grinned. "You don't seem to like that idea."
He didn't like the idea at all. He could barely stand how much he wanted her; to know someone else might be touching her besides Garrett made his gut burn. "You going to keep asking until you find someone who's willing to fuck her, that it?"
"No, but I'm not giving up. I don't get why you don't see how amazing this could be. I've been thinking about this for a while. She's attracted to you. And don't lie—I know damn well you like my wife, John. You'd love to fuck her."
"You're an insufferable asshole, O'Neal. Know that?" John laughed, but with bitterness, not humor. He felt stuck between what he wanted most and the fear of losing the opportunity.
"Yeah. So I've heard. Look, one last stab. Would you think about it? Tell me you don't want her."
John sighed. Need he hadn't experienced in years raged in him at the same time the idea of some random guy touching her blazed through his resistance.
"I'll tell you what, since there is no way in hell your wife is ever going to go for this, I'll give you one. If she says something, all on her own without one damn word from you, no coaching, no pushing her into me . . . if she says she wants it, I'll think about it."
Garrett's face broke into a huge grin. "Damn. Didn't see that coming; now I don't feel like such an ass after all. I'm not the only one wondering if this would be the most incredible damn thing I've ever done, am I?"
John groaned. He tossed his towel in the locker, trying to fight the surge of adrenaline. "Fuck, I'm a guy, what do you think? How the hell can I sit here and not think about it, even if I think it's a train wreck waiting to happen. Somebody else buried in your wife is even worse than me doing it, so you're still an asshole. Besides, she has to come to me, Garrett, on her own. Straight out ask me. She'll never do it."
"I'm going to remind you of those words later. And I wouldn't have asked anybody else, just so you know. Damn, this was easier than I thought."
John felt a rush in his head, both of them. He had to adjust to accommodate the hard ridge in his jeans before he gave Garrett any more ammunition to use against him.
Garrett turned to leave, then stopped and looked him square in the eyes. "Trust me on this, okay?"
John shook his head. "I hope you know what the hell you're doing, man. I really do."
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    A total body shudder lurched through Carrie as she walked into the dimly lit bar. The sight of Garrett and John sitting together almost made her stop walking halfway to the table. Even in the dim light, the brightness of John's smile, his dark head bent next to her husband's as he laughed at some joke they shared sent her off into visions of the little fantasy Garrett had been feeding her the last few weeks.
    Except the fantasy hadn't been about John; Garrett hadn't named anyone, specifically, and she hadn't thought of anyone, specifically. Until right now. John's sculpted torso swam into her head, but instead of sitting there leaning on his sinewy forearms on the black bar table, she pictured him with his well-defined chest and broad shoulders bared, on her bed. Garrett's bronze head swiveled around, and he flashed his panty-melting grin at her. She couldn't help the wide smile that warmed her whole body. Her husband always made her