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    "Shit, Lilly." He reaches for my foot. "You slammed that into the table. Let me have a look."
    The pain that is rushing through me from my stubbed toe is only quieted by my incessant need to know who he showed me picture to. "You showed me picture to someone? Who?"
    "I didn't show it to her by choice," he says the words so quickly that they meld into one another.
    "Her?" I spit the word at him. "A woman saw it?"
    I'm not sure why it's as surprising as it is. I don't really know Clive Parker that well and I've based my assumption that he's only been dating me on his words and the tender way he brings me pleasure in bed. I have no idea if he's been sharing details of our trysts with another woman or not. I didn't bother to ask because I was too busy coming under his tongue.
    I'm an idiot sometimes. I may have an honor's degree from MIT but I'm not the brightest bulb when it comes to men. The fact that I sent a nude photo of myself to a strange man is proof enough of that.
    "It was that first night in Boston," he says quietly. "The night I came to the bistro."
    I nod. I'll never forget that night for a million different reasons. "I remember."
    "I was there to see Cory for the weekend," he stops to take a breath. "I was dating a woman at the time so I took her with me."
    I recall him saying something to Parker that night about a woman. I hadn't paid any mind to the details of their conversation. Back then, I thought the worst part of my naked picture nightmare was Parker's brother seeing it by mistake. "She's the one who has a copy?"
    "I think so." He bends forward, pulling my foot into his lap. "I'm worried that you broke your toe. You hit it so hard."
    I can't tell if it's a ploy to steer our conversation off track or not. I'm not going to waste any time trying to figure that out. I swat his hand away softly. "It's fine. Please tell me more about that woman."
    "I was on the phone when we walked into the condo and she went into the office to turn on the computer so she could print out a document she was emailed."
    "You were angry with Parker for leaving the envelope on your desk."
    He had scolded Parker in front of me for that. I can't remember the exact words he said to him but the condensed version was that Clive wasn't going to get laid because his date found the envelope with my picture and the letter.
    "She saw it and threw it all at me." He shakes his head. "We weren't that serious. It was mostly friendly fuck…"
    I wince at the words. The evidence of his many lovers is online in the form of pictures of him at events and dinners with different women. We haven’t talked about it at any length because I don't want to know the details. I'm not a jealous person but the idea of Clive in bed with anyone else, makes me feel raw inside.
    "I'm sorry." He rests his hand on the arm of the chair I'm sitting in. "It was nothing like what we have."
    I'm not sure what we have so I'm not the best gauge to measure by. "You don't need to be sorry. I had lovers before I met you."
    He closes his eyes tightly. "I don't want to know about that."
    "Have you talked to her about the picture?" I ask because I don't want to know any details about what happened between the two of them that night or any other night.
    "I called her today." He rubs his hand over the soft hair covering his chin. "We're going to meet to talk about it."
    Call me foolish but planning a meeting around someone's naked picture seems excessive. "Why didn't you just ask her about it on the phone, Clive?"
    "I did."
    He doesn't offer more even though I wait with expectation in my eyes. "What did she say?"
    "She wants to see me." He deliberately avoids looking at me. "I can read her better in person. I can get the truth out of her."
    I stare at the side of his face as he surveys the large windows that overlook the skyline of Manhattan. "I feel as though I'm dangling by a thread."
    His eyes dart back to me. "I know, Lilly."
    "You don't know." I push against the chair's arm,