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be friends.”
    “So, you’re offering a month of guilt free sex and a redesigned home?”
    “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.” I was proud of my ingénue. When I was through with him he will have matured, have a better understanding of what he needs to move forward in finding his heart’s desire. On top of that he’d have a lovely renovated condo to come home to. “Just remember, what we have is casual. You’re free to date and be intimate with whomever you want. As am I. We’re not in a committed relationship. We’re just friends…with benefits.” His brows crinkled and then a slow grin slipped over his lips. “Understood?” I had to clarify with him. I might enjoy men but I didn’t want to lead him on. Besides, a sexy Englishman’s sculpted face kept coming to mind, reminding me of new possibilities.
    “Clear as day. I’m in baby. Let’s finish up; I’m ready for another bout with my newest guilty pleasure.”
    “Now you’re talking!” The waiter came at just that moment. We both said, “Check please!” and laughed all the way back to his apartment. We spent the rest of the night screwing until dawn.
    After the first week, I called to check in with Tripp. He answered on the fourth ring, completely out of breath.
    “Hello handsome. Did you take up running in your spare time?” I asked knowing full well what he must be doing.
    I could almost hear his grin through the phone. “Yeah and I’m enjoying a tall, blond, drink of water as we speak. What’s up? Kind of in the middle of something.”
    “Just checking in with my best man. Anything to report on the home front?”
    “Mmmm that’s…fuck yeah…right there…” He groaned into the telephone.
    “Tripp! Push the blond off your cock and talk to me.”
    “You’re killing me, Bridge. Hey, Baby, you gotta hold on. I need to talk to...” A rustling sound could be heard then, “Oh, fuck baby…” He started again. I decided it was easier to wait it out. “Uh…oh yeah, fuck right there, uh, uh…” A constant strand of moaning, then, “Yeah, suck it all down like a good girl.”
    Holy hell, I was getting horny just listening to my best friend get off. Looked like I’d be jumping Dylan when he got home from work. I waited a couple more moments for Tripp to get his crap together.
    “Tripp, you done now, Casanova?”
    “Wow, uh yeah. Damn. I might have to keep this one, Bridge. She sucks dick like a Hoover.” He laughed.
    I rolled my eyes. “Man-whore.”
    “Takes one to know one!” he shot back. He had a point. I definitely enjoyed myself.
    “Alright, enough sparring. Anything going on?”
    “The dry cleaning service picked up your clothes and unmentionables. Aspen and Hank are officially engaged. Your bills are paid up for the month. Oh, and James Bond called.”
    Too many thoughts scrambled for attention at once. “Pen’s getting married!” I screeched. “I knew it!” Those two didn’t stand a chance away from one another. My freak-o-meter called that connection immediately. “Oh, that’s fantastic. Did she say when? I’m hoping for next September.” New York was lovely in the fall. “Hey, wait a minute, how did you find out before me?” A sense of sadness swept across my heart squashing the excitement. I shouldn’t have waited so long to call Aspen.
    “Ollie. He was bursting at the seams and couldn’t keep a secret. Aspen was yelling at him in the background as he spilled the beans.” Tripp laughed. “Anyway, according to Ollie it’s going to be fast, as in right between now and your next client. About five weeks. I wrote it on your schedule. It’s the week before the Walker design.”
    My brain stopped functioning for a second. “I’m sorry. Did you say five weeks or five months? Hell, both are too damned soon. What’s the rush?”
    “I don’t know. She said Hank was adamant and they were getting married at his ranch in Texas, second week in November. She’s flying all of us in her jet.”
    “Wow,