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pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her makeup demure, her manner consummate young urban professional.
    Ty knew better. At John’s request, six months earlier Ty had picked Lucy up in a bar for a night of sex she thought would drive John away, but had instead changed their relationship entirely.
    John handed Lucy his keys as he nodded a greeting to Ty. “Top desk drawer,” he said to Lucy. Flipping through the keys, shehurried past Ty up the sidewalk leading between cedar chips and low bushes to the door of the redbrick building. “Hello, Ty,” she said over the sharp snap of her heels against the cement.
    Ty and John shook hands in front of Ty’s truck. “Her car wouldn’t start this morning.”
    “She still driving the Prelude?”
    “Yeah. She bought it when she graduated, and she won’t give it up. This time it’s the water pump.”
    They followed Lucy into the building, through the reception area, and into John’s office/war room. He and John had served in the same rifle platoon for the duration of their time in the Corps, and for a while they’d been closer than brothers. Ty headed for the makeshift commissary at the back of the room and made coffee while John and Lucy rummaged through John’s mess of a desk.
    “You always leave this until the last minute,” Lucy chided, but there was more amusement than irritation in her voice.
    “I tried to get here last night,” John said. Based on the rough lick of laughter in his voice, Ty knew exactly what kept John at home. He tucked a filter in the cup and scooped coffee grounds into the filter as images of Lauren Kincaid flashed like lightning in his brain.
    The sex had been hot. Wet. Only a couple of inches shorter than him, she’d tucked his cock snug between her thighs, lubricated her grinding, swiveling search for ecstasy with sweat and her slick fluids, making him work to keep her trapped between his body and the door, and that was before he got inside her tight pussy. He’d been well on his way to losing his mind when the knock came on the door, but the way she trembled under him, offering up her body so he could “just finish” flicked a switch inside him. She’d been just nervous and hesitant enough to activate a whole bunch of primitive centers in his brain he’d rather not acknowledge.
    And that was that. Hot. Different. Done. Especially after heasked her if she wanted a drink like what they shared was just a fuck. He’d get used to it eventually, ruining relationships even when his instinct was to nurture them. She’d walked away without a backward glance, too. Not that he cared. Except he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and the 180 degree turns between
hold her
and
discard her
were giving him mental whiplash. She had depths and textures he’d barely begun to explore. In another lifetime he’d take his time reconnoitering everything she knew she wanted, maybe teach her a thing or two she didn’t know she could want. But that lifetime was over.
    “Shhhhh,” Lucy said. Ty resolutely kept his back to the two of them as he closed the filter cup and ran water into the carafe. “Last night is still last minute! Quarterly taxes are due tomorrow.”
    “You updated all my records two weeks ago,” John said reasonably. Ty heard a drawer close. He turned around to see Lucy stuffing a manila folder full of receipts into her leather briefcase.
    “That’s not the point.”
    “Good thing I’m marrying my accountant,” John said.
    “Is she more patient than I am?” Lucy said.
    “No, but she’ll let me make it up to her,” John said.
    Now that he was looking for it, Ty saw the diamond glittering on Lucy’s left hand, and despite his efforts to not feel a goddamn thing, happiness lifted his spirits for a moment. “Congratulations,” he offered as he crossed the room to shake John’s hand again, then bent to give Lucy a swift kiss on the cheek.
    She let her hand linger at his shoulder. “Thanks, Ty. How are you?”
    “Fine, Luce,” he