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one of them had spoken to me and I hadn’t responded. But how the hell was I supposed to concentrate after the shock Jen had given me? And how did I know how Jarrod really felt? What if he too wanted and expected me to provide the evening’s entertainment? Did he always stand around cooking breakfast bare–chested? Or had that been for my benefit?
    Jen frowned. “Lin? Are you all right?”
    I blinked and forced a smile to my face. “I’m sorry. My mind wandered. What did you say?”
    “I asked if you’d stay long enough to meet Grant.”
    “Grant? Who’s Grant?”
    “Jarrod’s cousin.”
    I glanced at Jarrod in time to see him lower his eyelids to conceal his expression.
    I shook my head. What the hell was going on with these two? Whatever it was, I decided I didn’t want to be involved. And I had zero interest in meeting Jarrod’s cousin or any other man Jen might want to introduce me to.
    “Lin?”
    I shrugged. “Let’s take it one day at a time.”
    “Ok.” She smiled. “Would you like another drink?”
    “No. Thanks.” I took a sip of water and pushed my food around the plate with my fork. “What’s on tap for tomorrow, Jen?”
     “I have a job interview in the morning so you and Jarrod can spend the day getting to know each other.”
    Yeah—as soon as hell froze over. I smiled and picked up my fork, my decision made.
    When Jen suggested we go sit on the patio for after dinner drinks, I rubbed my temples. “I have the headache from hell. I need an early night.” I stood up. “Good night.”
    Jarrod rose. “Good night.”
    Jen gave me a pleading look, which I ignored, and quickly left the room.
    In the guestroom, I packed my suitcase, undressed, and got into bed. I couldn’t sleep. I felt like such a fool. For the first time I realized that I didn’t know Jen anymore. Had I ever really known her? How could I not have known she was so kinky?
    In the past when she’d lost a lover to another woman she’d considered a friend, I’d always taken her side and assumed the other women were shameless hussies who got off on stealing other women’s men. But how many times had Jen played the game with the women in question she’d tried to play with me? Was that the secret of her bad luck in love? Did she throw her men at her friends and then cry when they caught them?
    After lying sleepless for what felt like hours, I looked at the clock radio on the night table. 12:40 and I was still wide awake. Rising, I put on my bathing suit and then pulled the sweats back on over it. Quietly leaving the guestroom, I crept down the hallway and stairs to the side door. I opened it quietly and slipped outside.
    Noting the swing on the side porch, I realized I should have left the house by the backdoor. About to turn and go back inside, I saw the porch swing move.
    Oh no.
    Jarrod, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, rose.
    My first instinct was to rush back into the house before I found myself fantasizing about him fucking me on the swing or out by the pool. I half turned.
    “Wait a minute, Lin.”
    I turned back to face him, but shook my head. “I didn’t know you were out here.”
    “I know that. I like to come out here to sit on the swing when I need to think.”
    “Then I’ll leave you to it because it’s not a good idea for us to be out here alone like this.” I pointed over my shoulder. “I should go back inside and—”
    “In a moment.”
    “I don’t think—”
    “Clearly, we need to talk.”
    “I don’t really think we have anything to say to each other.”
    He raked a hand through his hair. “Have I done something to offend you?”
    “Well, of course…” I paused. Had he actually offended me? I shook my head. “No, but I just don’t think we should be alone.”
    He sighed. “Let me make something perfectly clear to you before you go back inside.”
    Uncertain if he were about to come on to me, I started to back away. “What’s that?”
    “Not only do I love Jen, but