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once, she hadn’t really given him a lot of opportunity and she’d done her best to turn him on. “You hadn’t started anything. It was all me, and am I mortified. Let’s forget about it, okay?”
    “Fine with me.” Rick’s voice held absolutely no inflection.
    Ran glanced between the two of them. “How come I get the impression that’s going to be easier said than done?”

Chapter Four
     
    He’d never been a big believer in guilt.
    Maybe that was a strange mantra for a lawyer, but it was true in that there were two kinds of guilt: the kind you created for yourself because you did something you shouldn’t have, and the straightforward type Ran dealt with every day, which involved pointing a finger—correctly—at the party that had committed a crime.
    Not at all the same.
    Neither Lacey nor Rick had really done anything wrong, or so they said, so why the hell did they both feel guilty?
    It was a pretty easy guess that the answer was they were thinking about each other now in a completely different way than before, and because they were both nice, loyal types who wouldn’t dream of hurting him on purpose, it was bothering them.
    It had been two weeks now since that little incident, but it didn’t seem to be getting any better.
    Of course, maybe the incident wasn’t so little. The dynamic had changed between the three of them, and he, for one, was worried it might affect his relationship with both of them, and not in a good way.
    “Hand me that nail gun, will you?” Rick extended his hand.
    Ran obliged, weighing what he might say next. They were working on installing a hardwood floor in the den, the old one too damaged to salvage.
    It didn’t help that Rick had asked him if he was interested in selling or renting out the condo and maybe moving in. It was a big house, and Ran liked the idea of having a bit more space with the yard, the towering oak trees and the quiet street. Rick had mentioned he wanted a dog—they both did, and they had roomed together in college, so knew they could get along reasonably well…It was a good idea. At the moment, they were both just too damn busy to manage a big house and a puppy on their own, but if they split it up, it might work.
    But now this issue with Lacey could be a deal breaker. On the other hand, Ran had to ask himself if what had happened between them was a mistake, or just fate.
    It was easily solved, but it wasn’t a topic they’d discussed yet. He had a feeling he needed to handle this in just the right way.
    “She has perfect breasts, doesn’t she?”
    A line designed to stop any conversation, but then again, quite true.
    Rick’s brows shot up. Sweaty and disheveled, he was kneeling on the subfloor, his gray eyes suddenly wary. “Who does?”
    “Really?” Ran stifled a laugh. “You surely aren’t going to try and pretend I’m not talking about Lacey. Case in point, those, to my knowledge, are the only tits we have both measured with any real tactile assessment.”
    “Jesus, Ran. Tactile assessment? What is that? Some sort of lawyer jargon?” His cousin shoved his hair out of his eyes, leaving a dirty smear on his forehead. “And tits is not all that sophisticated, by the way.”
    “Oh yeah? What do doctors call them? Well-developed mammary glands grown to deliver nutrition to offspring after birth? Kind of long, isn’t it?”
    That won him a reluctant laugh. “Normally we do try and keep it professional. Why the hell are you bringing this up again?”
    “We’ve been working for about six hours without a break. Maybe we should get a beer and talk about it.”
    “Sounds kind of dangerous.”
    “I think you’ve survived drinking beer before.”
    “Don’t be an asshole,” Rick muttered but he laughed and then sighed. “Yeah, maybe we do need to talk. Fine, let’s finish this row.”
    A half an hour later, Ran opened the refrigerator, slid two cold ones out from the rack and then went outside. He was damp, tired and had bits of wood