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saying, so I turn my attention back to them.
    “Abso-fucking-lutely. I know a club we can go to.”
    Cassie jumps in. “You are not taking her to a sex club.”
    “Why the fuck not? It’s not like I do anything there besides watch. It’s fun. Plus, you can find guys that aren’t looking for the long-term,” I protest.
    “There are plenty of guys in normal clubs for that. You should go out with Mark.”
    I feel like I bit into a lemon as a sour taste fills my mouth because he’s like a brother to me.
    Riley says with clappy hands, “Mark who?”
    “Mark, Fletcher’s best friend.” Something crosses over Riley’s face, but I continue, “And don’t get me wrong. He’s easy to gaze at, but he’s too vanilla for me.”
    “That’s not what you said,” Cassie teases.
    “Oh, my, god. We were in high school. He was my first,” I explain to Riley. “But soon we realized we worked better as friends.”
    Cassie’s eyes sparkle with something like a matchmaker’s twinkle. “I could introduce you.”
    I put a hand up. “Let me stop this train from shooting down the tracks. I think Riley’s more like me than you and Fletcher. Mark is too romantic for her.”
    “Yes, you have my number. So Mark’s out. But I’ve never been to a sex club. Sounds like fun and, Cassie, you have to go with.”
    “Oh, I so will not,” Cassie says.
    In agreement with Riley, I say, “Yes, my bestie, you will have to come.”
    “Fletcher would just die,” she says.
    “There’s no law against just looking, Cassie. Besides, if he truly loves you, he has to trust you completely.”
    Cassie can’t say anything.
    After the game, I’m sorry I brought it up. Fletcher and Cassie get into a bit of an argument over the topic of her hanging out with me at the club. I try to butt in, but Fletcher does that growly thing for me to stay out of it.
    Mark leans over. “Sex club, huh?”
    Our long ago, very short-lived relationship isn’t a problem for either of us. He’s like my brother now.
    Shrugging, I say, “It’s something to do.”
    “Have you ever participated?” he asks mischievously.
    “No.” I’d thought about it. But it’s one thing to play games behind the closed doors of your house, and it’s another to have the idea that you might get caught doing things. It’s a whole different thing to actually be on display. Even I’m not that bold.
    “You are being safe, right?” Mark asks, taking my hand in his.
    “I am.” I squeeze his in mine.
    “You know I’m only thirty minutes and a phone call away if you ever need me.”
    “I know,” I say. “How about you? Are you seeing anyone?” The smile shoots to his eyes, so there is someone special. “Who is she?”
    Using his other hand, he brushes a finger down my nose. “You know I don’t kiss and tell. If things get serious, you’ll be the first to meet her and my litmus test.”
    When we make it to Fletcher’s mini mansion, not small my ass as Cassie claimed, the pair have made up. It’s almost gross to watch them play grabby hands as they practically race to their bedroom.
    “Are you going to bed?” Mark asks when we’re left alone.
    “In a few.”
    “If you’re not ready to head to bed, do you want company?” I shake my head. “All right, I’m going to bed then.”
    “You’re going to call that girl and have phone sex, aren’t you?”
    The smile he shines on me is so bright, I have to raise a hand to block it. I swat at him, and he dodges before heading to his assigned room upstairs.
    Alone, I pour a drink and stare at myself in the mirror. I hate the woman who stares back at me. And not that I hate myself. But I’m the spitting image of my mother, or so I’m told, a woman I never knew.
    Pushing back the mass of black hair, I wish I had the guts to cut it all off or bleach it. That way maybe I wouldn’t look so much like the tourist girl who’d come to the mountains with her family so many years ago. She saw my father and had to have him, if