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that?” He tried not to sound incredibly guilty.
     
    “Well,” David started, placing his mug on the kitchen counter. Since the whole place was an open floor plan, he could see David clearly from his sleeping area which was up one more flight of stairs. “You’re all doing the walk of shame with your hair stickin’ up and wearing wrinkled goin’ out clothes at eight in the morning.”
     
    “Aren’t you observant,” Chance grumbled.
     
    “Enough to see them hickeys on your chest.” Chance glanced down and saw he did in fact have two rather well pronounced marks just below his collarbone. He pulled a T-shirt on and headed back downstairs. He needed coffee. Now.
     
    David watched him the whole time he got the coffee pot ready, which was wearing on his last nerve. Finally he turned and pinned his friend with his best glare. This one David knew meant to back the fuck off.
     
    “Okay, buddy. Okay. It’s just weird. I guess I didn’t think you’d follow through. I mean, she’s your girl. Has been forever.”
     
    He looked at David incredulously. “ You ? Of all people. The one who would have pimped me out? You’re surprised.”
     
    “Aw, don’t be like that. Mostly I’m just all talk, though.” Which Chance did know. For all that David had been a bit of a player in high school, he’d settled in with Jeri before he could turn into a total man-whore. And Chance wondered about his stories of dating all those girls. He sure seem to be pretty scandalized now for someone who’d had ‘so much experience’.
     
    “The whole point is to not ask questions either way.” He wished that’d work, though he knew better. Technically David would be wrong with any assumptions he made. Chance hadn’t been with another woman . But he sure couldn’t tell David the truth.
     
    “You are in a mood, Becket. What’s up your ass?”
     
    Oh you have no idea. That thought made him squirm a bit. “I just don’t want to talk about it.”
     
    David assessed him carefully. “I know you, boss man. You look guilty like you did first time you got with Caitlin.” And he had felt guilty after their first time. Guilty and dirty and like he’d done something wrong. “I’m just trying to figure out if you feel guilty ‘cus you did it, guilty ‘cus you liked it, or guilty ‘cus you’re sweet on the new girl.”
     
    His friend was gazing steadily at him as Chance struggled to breathe for a moment. Then he snorted. “Since when did we start talkin’ about feelings?”
     
    David laughed then mock shuddered. “You’re right. I think I’ve been spending too much time watching Lifetime movies with my wife.”
     
    Chance laughed and put on his best fake-it-til-you-make-it smile, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Walk it off, Singleton.” David shook his head and complained mumbled gripes about hours of Danielle Steel movies. Chance didn’t feel too awfully light-hearted about all this though.
     
    Hadn’t his friend just hit the nail on the head? Chance did feel guilty. But not for the things David had said. He felt guilty because he didn’t feel guilty. And he had no fucking clue what that meant.
     

     
    Bradley woke the next morning, shock of all shocks, to an empty bed. He groaned and rolled over to check the time. It was well after nine a.m. That was sleeping late for him. He’d never quite shaken ranch hours, even in college. That’s how he’d kept in shape. Everyone else was still sleeping in and he was up with the rooster hitting the gym before the mobs.
     
    The gym sounded like a good idea about then. For someone who’d just gotten laid, and laid good, he felt restless and wound tight. He wasn’t sure why he thought Chance would still be there that morning. Maybe it’d been the way they woke up cuddling earlier and it’d turned into a hell of a second round. Maybe because it was Chance and that spark had always been there.
     
    You’re a fool, that’s why. Chance may have been a willing