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mean, I’m standing right next to you and he didn’t even look at me!‖
    I tried not to be too pleased at that, or too insulted at her comment, but it was hard on both counts. I just wanted her to leave so I could be alone with the guys again. ―Is that why you wanted to hang out today? So you could see Mark?‖
    She smiled her plastic smile at me. ―I wanted to see you too, silly.‖
    Yeah, right. It always had been boys before anything, or anyone, else with Carrie.
    We stood there, each with our own thoughts, as we waited for the guys to finish changing. I had no clue as to Carrie’s thought process, but mine centered on the tinge of green her question had given birth too. I’d never been possessive of Mark before, but suddenly it felt like he was mine. The idea of Carrie hitting on him, the idea of anyone hitting on him, made my stomach clench. And not in a good way.
    Which was really weird because I had Rick. I was in love with Rick. Rick was everything I’d ever wanted, or so I’d always thought.
    Carrie straightened up, tossing her hair back and sticking out her chest. ―Here they come.‖
    I watched the men walking toward us and my heart thumped against my ribs. Mark was wearing one of Rick’s T-shirts, and the sight of it made me strangely happy. Both men were grinning, relaxed and completely at ease, and it hit me. One night had not been enough.

    We went to a movie.
    I’d been too stunned by the strength of my own desires when the guys had walked out of the changing room to stop Carrie from taking over our day. She didn’t like the heat. She didn’t want to sweat. She thought an air-conditioned movie theater was a great way to spend the afternoon.

    Luckily, the men put up a fight over her choice of movie, and we ended up at the old Rialto watching Interview with the Vampire instead of Sandra Bullock’s new feel good drama at the big theater. Anything vampire is making a comeback, you know.
    I didn’t pay much attention to the conversation going on around me as we got our tickets and found our seats. Rick sat on one side of Mark and me on the other, my heart swelling at being with them. It was stupid really. It wasn’t like Mark never hung out with Rick and I before, but always before when we’d gone to the movie he’d sat on the other side of Rick. He’d been Rick’s best friend. Now he was also my lover.
    ―I don’t get why everyone said there were homosexual undertones between Lestat and Louis,‖ Carrie said as we left the theater. ―They didn’t kiss or anything.‖
    ―That’s why they’re called undertones.‖
    Carrie glared at Rick. ―Whatever. I doubt two hot guys like that would be gay.‖
    ―Most gay guys are pretty hot,‖ I said with a shrug.
    ―You don’t have to be gay to be attracted to another guy,‖ Mark stated. ―Just like loving someone of the same sex doesn’t automatically make you gay.‖
    ―If you’re sexually attracted to a member of the same sex, it means you’re gay. That’s the definition of being homosexual.‖
    Mark stared at Carrie, dumbfounded. ―That’s so wrong—‖
    ―Leave it,‖ I told him, reaching out and taking his hand. ―You can’t win this argument with her, no matter what you say.‖
    ―Did you like the movie?‖ he asked me.
    ―I would’ve enjoyed it more if the guys had kissed.‖
    Mark turned to me, his frown fading into laughter as Rick slung an arm around my neck and planted a noisy kiss on my cheek. ―You would.‖
    I grinned wickedly. ―Who knows? Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to see a couple of hot guys make out sometime.‖
    ―Ewwww, gross,‖ Carrie said.
    I ignored her and watched as Rick and Mark exchanged a look that made me cream in my panties. It was definitely time to get rid of Carrie.
    We got to her car first so we all stopped, and I turned to her. ―It was great seeing you again.‖
    Ignoring me she stepped closer to Mark, stuck out her boobs and ran a playful finger over his chest while asking, ―When