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ask: What’s the emergency, Lisa?” Jillian asked between egg roll bites.
    “Has to be a man,” Christina said. “Am I right?”
    “Sort of.” Lisa sucked through her straw and then glanced up innocently. “I fucked Ben yesterday.”
    “What?” Christina asked.
    “Come again?” Jillian laughed. “Oh yeah. You have.”
    Lisa smiled thin and wan. The night’s enormity hung over her like a thunderhead, darkening her ability to think.
    She couldn’t even say Ben’s name without invoking a physical response. He had primed her with his hands, his tongue, and his cock. She remained readied.
    Sex had always bonded her to Ben. And, although last night hadn’t left her with the physical proof she craved—a burning ass, the soft indentations of rope, and the slight ache of well-pinched nipples—she still felt claimed.
    Claimed by a man who didn’t want to master. Disaster. Utter disaster.
    “If I had known we were going to have this kind of conversation, I would have suggested a place with alcohol,” Christina said. “Now, out with the deets. How did this happen?”
    “Ben stopped by the club to give me something. I asked him to come over. Yada, yada, yada , I came to lunch with you guys.”
    “Not funny,” Jillian quipped. “Do you mean he stayed the night?”
    “Um hum,” Lisa said, purposely keeping the straw between her lips.
    “And, how was the sex?” Christina asked.
    Lisa shrugged.
    “Are you serious?” Christina leaned forward and dropped her voice. “Sex was bad ? With the infamous Ben?”
    Lisa shifted in her chair, remembering how his lips had whispered against her throat like a heavy silk nightgown.
    “Not bad, exactly,” she said. “But not enough , either.”
    “Ah,” Christina said, looking perplexed.
    “That makes sense,” Jillian injected, nodding thoughtfully. “I get it.”
    “What do you mean?” Lisa asked.
    “Yeah,” Christina said. “ This I need to hear.”
    Jillie shot Chris a sideways glance. “Lisa and Ben were amazing because they were a couple. Last night was unsatisfying because it was a fling.”
    Lisa grimaced. Jillie had a way of seeing the core of things.
    Christina raised her eyebrows and leaned in. “Last night was a fling, wasn’t it?”
    No, last night hadn’t been a fling. She knew that much at least. But today had been a day of rapid-fire change. Everything seemed in flux, blurred.
    “I have no idea what last night was.” Lisa pressed her back into the chair. “The situation is fluid.”
    “Why did he come to the club in the first place?” Christina asked.
    Lisa crinkled her nose. “To give me a book.”
    “Are you serious?” Jillian asked. “What kind of book?”
    “A journal.”
    Jillian’s jaw dropped. “You mean, like, Ben wrote his thoughts down in a book?”
    “He isn’t stupid, Jillie,” Lisa said, frowning.
    Jillian straightened. “I didn’t mean he was dumb. He’s not the reflective type, is all.”
    “I know. ” Lisa sighed. “I was as surprised as you are.”
    “Did you read the journal?” Christina asked.
    “No, not yet,” Lisa admitted.
    “Why not?” Jillian asked.
    Lisa shrugged and looked out the window, looking anywhere but into the perceptive eyes of her friends. Before Ben had arrived, she avoided the book because she wanted him to tell her what he had to say directly. After last night, she avoided it because, well…
    Because I’m afraid he’s going to deny who we are, deny what we did and well-and-truly break my heart in the process.
    “Do you want him back?” Jillie asked.
    Yes, no, maybe….hell . An uneasy tingle began at the nape of her neck. Who was she kidding?
    “Yes, I want him back.” Admitting the truth was surprisingly soothing, but —“I want him back…only not the way he was acting last night.”
    “Jerky, huh?” Christina’s expression was sympathetic.
    “No,” Lisa admitted, almost reluctantly. “Just the opposite. He couldn’t stop apologizing.”
    “For which of his