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in it, and I ached for J.R. to be inside me.
    We continued to tongue each other’s mouths and grope each other’s bodies until a knock at my door jolted us both.
    “Fuck,” J.R. said, obviously frustrated that our make-out session had to end.
    “Not now,” I said, taking advantage of the double entendre, “but definitely later.”

~ Chapter 6 ~
     
    “Hi,” Julie said when she entered my apartment and saw J.R. casually situated on my couch. I hadn’t mentioned he was there, and she was clearly surprised to see him.
    J.R. made a “hello” gesture with his head. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute,” he said, standing up and making his way to the bathroom.
    As soon as his back was turned, Julie gave me an inquisitive look, and I raised my hand in a familiar motion, telling her to hold her horses.
    “What the hell?” Julie asked in a whisper as soon as the bathroom door clicked shut. “What’s going on here? Did he spend the night or something?”
    “I wish,” I answered back. “It’s a long story… I’ll fill you in on stuff with J.R. later, but, right now, we have some more serious issues to discuss.”
    “What?” Julie asked. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in anticipation.
    I raised my voice back to a normal volume and started explaining. At first, she seemed disturbed that I hadn’t told her about seeing Tommy the other night—but, soon, her own hurt feelings were replaced by concern for me.
    At some point during my account, J.R. returned from the bathroom, and he remained quiet as I went on. Julie, too, remained quiet—but, her quietness was due to shock. It wasn’t until I got to the point in the story where the doctor left that she said something in response—and all she said was, “Shit.”
    I reemphasized a few of the major points from what I’d just told her, focusing on the deception and drugs, and, after she had a moment to digest it all, she spoke again.
    “There’s obviously more to this than we initially thought,” she said.
    “Maybe,” J.R. said, jumping in. “Or maybe not.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Julie asked.
    “I was thinking about it,” J.R. answered, “and I don’t think there’s very much information Tommy could have gotten from Trish. If he was looking for more on rEcore, he was barking up the wrong tree. She only worked there for less than a week, after all—and, of course, in light of what happened, we changed all of our security measures after she left, and he would’ve definitely known that we would.
    “So, there’s no way he could have expected to get any inside information on rEcore from her—which means he probably was just checking up on things and protecting his own ass. He probably just wanted to know what she knew, to see if she had any idea he was involved.”
    “And you have no idea what you told him?” Julie asked, looking at me.
    “No clue,” I replied. “I could have told him everything or nothing for all I know.”
    “Well,” Julie went on, scratching her pink-haired head, “given the way you said he acted toward you this morning, you probably didn’t tell him much, or else he would’ve been much colder.”
    “You’d think so,” I responded immediately, suddenly picking up on J.R.’s line of reasoning and pursuing it in my own right. “But, remember, I was playing a part with him last night—so maybe he was playing one with me this morning.”
    “Damn,” Julie said, relegating to the realization. “So, where do we go from here?” she asked.
    “Nowhere with Tommy,” J.R. stated firmly. “He’s too unpredictable and dangerous. If he’s involved—which I know he is, somehow—we have to discover it some other way…and I say we do that by shifting our attention back to Gretchen.”
    “What about Stephanie, or her brother?” Julie asked. She’d spent a lot of time chasing those leads and obviously didn’t want all her hard work to go to waste.
    “I think that’s pretty much a dead route