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girls and without a toss to give for her or her goodbye.
    The way he’d opened the shutters and turfed her out.
    And I had so many questions. Not least why ? Besides the obvious, of course. Why gangbangs? Why for money?
    And how? How the fuck did this even start? How long has it been going on for?
    My brain fizzed.
    Who with? Who else?
    Nanna knew me well. She winked and smiled. “Why don’t you pop out for a bit, love? Get some fresh air? I’ll watch Question King with the girls… they can keep me company awhile…”

    I got my coat.

    Darren’s place is right in the middle of the village — a stuffy little two-bedroom flat above the fish and chip shop. It used to be our place, back in the day, before things went tits up and I moved me and the girls in with Nanna.
    I always thought he’d leave when the garage started doing well. Get somewhere bigger, somewhere where everything wouldn’t stink of fish and chip fat… But no.
    I walked over slowly, my mind whirring with questions and how I’d phrase them. Maybe he’d tell me to fuck off and mind my own business before I’d even asked.
    Maybe it would be easier if he did.
    I took a breath before I climbed the stone staircase to his front door. It was littered with cigarette butts, and as usual the bucket ashtray at the top was filled to the brim.
    The door was open. I rapped my knuckles on the glass before I stepped inside and into the sound of the TV playing loud in the living room. Question King , Nanna’s favourite, but it wasn’t Darren watching it, it was Buck.
    And Buck was wearing a tuxedo.
    I stared in shock, and he was oblivious at first, a beer in his hand as he called out answers to an empty room. He started when he saw me, his huge frame jolting in the armchair.
    “Jesus, Jo! I nearly shit myself!”
    Buck looked totally different away from the garage. His beard was tame, his hair slick and styled, and the tux highlighted just how toned he was underneath it. He was ripped, biceps like tree trunks. I’d known Buck a long time, as long as I’d known Darren, and yet I’d never noticed him like this before.
    “Where is he?” I asked, and he gestured behind me as a door-handle sounded.
    I stepped back into the hallway — and practically stepped into Trent — only to realise
    the world had gone crazy — stark-raving mad, in fact — because the guy standing before me wasn’t the one I remembered like the back of my hand, and sure didn’t look like the one I’d shared a bed with for six years straight. This Trent was a different animal altogether.
    He was wearing nothing but a towel, and that towel hung precariously low on his hips. Far too low for decency, and precarious enough that my heart thumped at the thought of it falling. That towel highlighted a deep muscular V that was definitely more prominent than it had ever been when we were together. His abs were like a washboard, rippling under his skin, and his chest looked sculpted from steel. He was dripping wet and smoking hot, and I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping as I checked him out. My eyes shamelessly roved him, powerless to look away, checking out the similarities and the differences. Mainly the differences.
    His tattoos had grown somewhat since I’d last seen him naked, the work on his arm reaching up to his shoulder and snaking round to the back. There were more, too. More tribal pieces on his side. One on his hip that disappeared under the towel and away from my prying eyes.
    He stared at me staring at him, and I was burning, trapped.
    “Jo,” he grunted.
    “I, um… wanted to talk…”
    He tipped his head for me to follow him, and my mouth turned dry as he headed to the end of the corridor and the room that was once ours. I followed in silence, propping myself against the doorframe as he rooted for clothes. He pulled out a tux I’d never seen before. It wasn’t the stiff old one he’d worn to Aunt Beth’s wedding, that was for sure.
    “Girls alright?”
    I nodded.