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spin around to meet her face to face. “I do not. I like talking to him. That’s all.”
    She’s reading far too much into this.
    “You’re such a liar. A bad one. You really like this guy.”
    “I do, but only as a friend. He knows I’m not up for anything kinky.”
    I’m oddly comfortable with Beau but I think I know why. He reminds me of Grayson.
    “Be careful with him. He’s a different kind of animal you don’t understand.”
    I get it. Beau’s a beast of prey . . . just like her husband. I remember telling Meredith the same thing about Grayson when she told me about his sexual preferences.
    Look at how that turned out.
    Meredith was barely twenty when she walked into Grayson’s class at the culinary institute. Her spark for him was instantaneous, despite the thirteen-year age gap. Poor guy never had a chance. She saw him, wanted him, and was determined to make him hers.
    Meredith always finds a way to get what she wants.
    The swingers thing came as quite the shock to Mere, but she wanted G so badly she was willing to give it a shot. I still remember what she said about him when she told me he enjoyed swapping sexual partners. “ Grayson makes me feel a little dirty. I fucking love it. And I fucking love him.”
    Her wry smile betrayed her and I knew she had agreed to try it. Turns out, swapping suited her.
    That was almost four years ago and their relationship is stronger than ever.
    Married. Successful. Happy. They have it all. It’s difficult to not envy them.
    They’re happier than a tornado in a trailer park. But sharing would never suit me. Ever. So, that means Beau Emerson is off limits.
    And that’s . . . very disappointing.
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    I hardly ate anything at dinner. The thought of going out dancing with Beau tonight has me in knots. Of course, Meredith noticed and gave me shit about it. I’m grateful Grayson stepped in and told her to cool her jets about the whole thing.
    I appreciate her concern, but I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever comes my way.
    Beau knocks and my heart instantly speeds. It’s been more than four years since I’ve opened the door for a date, other than Drake, and it’s still a dreaded moment for me. The guy is obligated to remark on how great you look. It’s awkward.
    Shit. I just referred to this as a date. It’s not.
    I open the door and begin chattering so we can avoid that uncomfortable moment where he’s obligated to comment on how I look. “Hey, I’m ready. Just give me a sec to grab my clutch.”
    I go to the bathroom to fetch my bright pink lipstick and take one last look at myself. Loose curls. Smokey eyes. Slutty dress. Ridiculously high fuck-me pumps I’m going to regret after about a dozen steps. I’m primed and ready to dance my ass off.
    “Just so you know, I haven’t been dancing in years. I may be a little rusty.” Drake hated clubbing. Every time we went, he’d sulk in the corner so I eventually stopped asking to go.
    Wanker.
    I chuckle, thinking how Sweetie Pie Caitlyn must be coping with Mr. Snooze Fest.
    I come out of the bathroom to find Beau inside my suite instead of where I left him at the door. This is another thing I’ve not done in a while—been behind a closed door with a man who isn’t my husband.
    I hold up my clutch. “Got it. I’m ready.”
    He’s unmoving. “Something wrong?”
    He twirls his finger in a circle. “Spin.”
    I do a three-sixty, stopping to face him. “Up to snuff?”
    He’s unblinking. “So fucking beautiful it hurts.”
    Total. Panty. Dropper .
    I’m taken aback by his words; I’ve never been told anything like that before. Drake seldom complimented me, but when he did, it always felt . . . forced.
    Shouldn’t a husband find his wife beautiful, because she’s his precious treasure, and tell her often? My father did. I heard him tell my mother countless times how lovely she was.
    So fucking beautiful it hurts. Geez.Those words make my skin warm and my heart skip a beat.
    But I can’t afford to