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know how you turn on the tears like that, but it's amazing."  He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a tight hug. Her eyes met mine over his shoulder and I smiled at her.
    "No problem.  See you tomorrow."
    As soon as the door closed I scooped Brook up over my shoulder and ran into the bedroom.
    "Not this again, Cade!"
    "Okay," I unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the bed and laughed when she squealed. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, but there is something I want to talk to you about.  Will you come in, and talk to me?"
    "Are you asking me to come in there and stare at your naked body?  You have a lot of nerve..." Her face split into a grin as she crawled off of the bed. "But, okay."
    I turned on the shower and peeled off my clothes, while Brook sat down on the rug and leaned against the wall. "Nice view," she ran her hand up my calf as she looked up at me, and I knew if I didn't get in the shower instantly, I'd have a huge hard-on. Her eyes were lidded; so sexy, and I could see her nipples harden through her T-Shirt.  Holy Hell.
    "Stop flirting with me, honey.  We have to sleep tonight," I groaned as I stepped under the hot spray.
    "We do? Dang." I couldn't see her because the steam was covering the glass of the shower door.
    "Okay, so...."
    "Yeah? That doesn't sound good.... You've got that tone..."
    "What tone?" I hedged.
    "The Brook, you're not gonna like this , tone. That tone."
    I closed my eyes as I lathered up my hair. She knew me too well.  I decided just to dive in and say it.
    "Wendy called today because she wanted to know what I wanted for my birthday."
    Silence.
    "Brook?"
    "Yeah.  I knew she wouldn't give up so easily.  But, I trust you, Cade. What did you do?"
    "Basically, told her I didn't want a gift and hung up on her."
    "Well, that was hardly worthy of the tone ," she admonished.
    Now it was my turn to be quiet.  "Cade?"
    "There's obviously more, so just tell me."
    "I should have told you this last week, but I didn't want to upset you, but the day of the cast party, she crashed my lunch with Ethan and Dawson."  I grimaced as I waited for her response.
    "The day you drank for twelve hours?" I could hear the tension in her voice.
    "She wasn't with us the whole time. She showed up at lunch, and I barely spoke to her. She was asking all kinds of questions about Italy, and hinting around that she wanted to be there, but I told her to piss off.  It wasn't worth upsetting you, love.  She's insignificant."
    Brook didn't say anything for a moment, but when she did it wasn’t good. 
    "If she were so fucking insignificant, you would have told me about this when it happened," her voice had an acid edge to it.  "Why didn't she come to the cast party if she was in Vancouver?"
    "Because I asked her not to.  I told her I didn't want her there, and that I didn't want anything to do with her.  I was so anxious to see you that I completely forgot about her being there. Then when we were finally alone, I got lost in you and I didn’t think about it."
    More silence.  Fuck .
    I rinsed my hair and shut the water off as I opened the shower door.
    She was still sitting on the floor, absently plucking at the fibers in the carpet as I dried off.
    "Besides, shit happens, doesn't it?" 
    She finally raised her eyes to mine and then got up off of the floor. "What do you mean?"
    "Well, you've been spending a lot of time with Noah, and I see how he watches you.  I know he wants you, and I struggle with it, too."  I threw off my towel and put my arms around her and forced her to walk backwards into the bedroom.
    She looked into my face, bit her lip and nodded.  "Yeah, but you know..."
    "Yeah, I do know.  And you should know, too. That's all I'm getting at."
    I lifted her off her feet and kissed her mouth before pulling back the sheets and putting her in bed.
    "You're wasting your time, you know," her lips turned up at the corners.
    "What? Wasting my time, how?"
    "You know.”
    “Doesn’t matter. I’ve still