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immediately felt a twinge in my jaw, wanting to mark him as off-limits to that man-eater. ‘Carla, this is Keith’s assistant, Evan,’ was my only reply.
    ‘Pleased to meet you,’ he responded and offered his hand in return.
    ‘Yes, I’ve seen you leaving a few times from across the street.’ Her flirtations were as overt as the cleavage she displayed in the angora sweater she wore. Then turning back to me, she put on a concerned expression. ‘How is Keith doing?’
    ‘He’s fine,’ came my simple answer to a complicated question.
    ‘Good to hear. Well, it was nice meeting you, Evan. Do you have a card? I’m sure I could use your help with something.’
    I could tell that her charms were having the exact opposite effect on Evan than what she intended and he had to bite his lip to keep from saying something that would make us all uncomfortable.
    ‘No, I don’t have a card,’ he replied and took a subtle step closer to me that I’m sure was unconscious, yet not overlooked.
    ‘Oh,’ Carla remarked, noting the sudden energy in the air. ‘I see.’
    ‘Next!’ the checkout clerk yelled, breaking the few seconds of tense quiet and prompting Carla to say her goodbyes.
    ‘Great,’ I sighed, ‘all I need is Carla passing rumours around the neighbourhood about us.’
    ‘Sabrina, you are facing the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with. Who cares what the busybodies in your neighbourhood think.’ He spoke softly, but I could hear the intensity in his voice. ‘This is about what you want, what Keith wants and what I want.’
    ‘I’m not so sure what I want.’
    ‘If I wanted to kiss you right here, would you stop me?’
    I glanced over in the direction that Carla had gone and spotted her squeezing a cantaloupe in the produce section. Her attention was only half-occupied with the fruit as she returned my gaze with a terse smile. I knew the answer I should give, the sensible answer. But in reality, the remedy Keith had prescribed for our impossible situation was entirely sensible in the unapologetically practical definition of the word.
    ‘You’re right,’ I said, feeling a fraction of the tension in my shoulders ease. ‘Who gives a shit what anyone else thinks?’
    He kissed me softly, sweetly – like lovers who have been together forever and I felt my cheeks burn, not with embarrassment, but a desire that wouldn’t been quelled by Carla’s judgmental stare. It was liberating to release that bit of unnecessary baggage when far more pressing challenges lay ahead.
    In the car, I reached for his hand instinctively and thought about how to ask him to stay the night again.
    As it turned out, I wouldn’t have to, because when the snow began to fall, Keith readily made the suggestion.
    ‘I’ll head out before it gets bad,’ Evan told us. ‘Just need to pick up a few things from my place.’
    ‘Maybe you should pack enough for a few days,’ I piped up. ‘In case we’re snowed in.’
    Evan grinned at my explanation and called me on it. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’
    He left sometime after three, before the storm warnings went into effect. I took the time alone with Keith to massage his back, which gets stiff from sitting so much. Straddling him on our bed, I slowly dragged my fingers over his muscles, watching them twitch in response.
    ‘Does that feel good?’
    ‘Mmmm. It does.’
    ‘We used to joke about a threesome, years ago. Do you remember that?’
    ‘Of course I do,’ he replied, sounding relaxed.
    ‘But nobody jokes about something unless there’s some bit of truth lacing the humour.’ I took a sweep past his skin with my lips. ‘Would you join us, if I asked you to?’
    ‘I’m not sure what you’d need me for, but if Evan is open to it, then yes.’
    ‘Do you think you will enjoy it?’
    ‘I will enjoy seeing you happy.’
    ‘Keith, tell me what I can do to make you happy.’
    ‘Sweetheart, that isn’t a fair question. I can’t control a thing about this tumour in