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she had actually beaten him once or twice.
    “You can play poker, Professor?” Jack’s question held a hint of challenge.
    “Surprised?”
    “Frankly, yes.” Jack flashed her a smirking smile before returning his attention to Greg. “Poker isn’t really a gentleman’s game. I figured you more for Whist or maybe a Cribbage fellow.”
    “The things you know about me wouldn’t fill a thimble.”
    “To be fair, I didn’t know you played poker either.” Olivia ran her hand lovingly across his legs. “What more is there?”
    “Probably plenty. What do you want to know?”
    “I’m not sure.” At one time she would have said she knew everything there was to know about both her lovers. Maybe it was time for her to find out. “I have an idea, a special kind of card game. If you’re both up for it, that is.”
    “I’m up for anything you can throw my way,” Jack boasted.
    “Anything he can do I can do better,” Greg retorted.
    Olivia pressed her lips together for a moment, wondering just how far she should push things and then figured, “what the hell”. “We shuffle the deck, spread it out, face cards down and we each pick a card. The person who pulls the highest card gets to ask the question.”
    “Could be dangerous,” Greg said.
    “Count me in.” Jack hopped up from the bed and made his way to the duffle bag, where he withdrew a deck of cards. “You know what else we need?”
    “Drinks,” Olivia answered for him.
    Jack pointed the deck of cards at her and grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
    “Professor,” Jack called out, garnishing Greg’s attention a second before he tossed the deck of cards at the other man. “Get these ready as I gather the rations.”
    Greg saluted. “Aye, aye, Boy Scout.”
    “Good man.” Jack grabbed his flashlight off the nightstand and headed out of the room.
    “This will be interesting,” Greg said as he opened the deck.
    “If you don’t want to play…” Although she was offering him an out, she hoped he didn’t take it.
    “Why are you trying to coddle me?”
    “I’m not.” Greg was a big boy who could more than take care of himself.
    “I disagree. You laugh and joke with him, and you put me in a category I’m uncomfortable being in. Like I need to be protected or something.”
    “I…I don’t do it on purpose.”
    “Don’t you think I can be bawdy? That I wouldn’t mind having a drink with you that isn’t the God awful port you keep around apparently just for me. I like beer, Olivia, I like salty nuts, football games on the telly, and occasionally I like sex rough and hard. These are the things I want you to know about me. And if playing this game will help you see I can be the,” he placed the cards down on the bed and made air quotes, “blue collar guy too, then I’m fine with it. I may not be able to fix cars, but I can fuck you on the boot of one with absolutely no hesitation. Him and me, we’re nothing alike. But there’s nothing he can give you I can’t.”
    “Greg…I don’t know how to respond to that.” His speech had left her dumbfounded. And he was right. She did put him in a different category than Jack. But he’d never complained before now, so hearing the words out of the blue had her fumbling for a response.
    “Think about it and know I’m not going to go easy on you. If I get the high card, I’ll ask you questions so I can figure out exactly what it is he’s giving you that you think I’m not. So I can learn to do it, and you can learn to do without him.”
    “It won’t be as easy as you assume. I care for Jack.” Just as much as she cared for Greg. Which was why her heart was breaking at the thought she might have to give one or both of them up.
    Greg snorted. “Why do you think I dislike him so much?”
    “But I care for you too.” Olivia wanted the words out there. She might be thinking them, but he needed to hear them as well.
    “I know.” Greg shook his head ruefully. “Why do you think