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join it.
    “Can I watch?” Amanda asks, her head peeking over my shoulder. I relent and tilt the screen.
    Slightly.
    “Why can she watch but not me?” Declan protests.
    “Because I have a vested interest in Andrew’s naked body.”
    Dec and I just stare at Amanda.
    “Point taken,” he says, backing away slowly.
    Amanda takes the phone from me, mesmerized by the scene unfolding on the screen.
    As my own very drunk, increasingly naked form gyrates on the video, I can only watch her .
    My humiliation unfolds before us, second by second, but a parallel experience is taking place inside me. Her mouth curls up on one side, her smile coy and suppressed. She’s as enchanting as she was more than two years ago, that day she stormed into my office to demand I help her reunite Declan and Shannon.
    A man could do worse than being married to her.
    “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, ANDREW?” Amanda screams, flinging the phone at me.
    It clatters to the floor and I look, dumbstruck.
    Because I am kissing Jessica Coffin on the phone screen.
    Declan bends down, retrieves the phone, and rewinds by a few seconds. He watches.
    “Whoa.”
    “Jessica Coffin is here?” Shannon gasps, turning to Marie with a glare.
    Marie’s hands go up. “Don’t blame me! I swear I didn’t invite her!”
    “Then what’s she doing here?’ Shannon whines.
    “Who cares why she’s here?” Amanda hisses, looking at me the entire time. “I want to know why my husband is kissing Jessica Coffin on video in front of a bunch of naked male strippers.”
    “They’re not naked,” I argue. I let the “my husband” comment go unchallenged. The sound of it makes me grin.
    “No, but you are, bro,” Declan adds helpfully, handing me the phone.
    I close my eyes. I can’t look. I just can’t—
    Dec lets out a low whistle. “Turnabout’s fair play, huh?” he says to Amanda. I open my eyes to see him wink.
    “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Amanda yells at him.
    Declan arches one eyebrow, hits rewind, and hands her the phone.
    I watch as my maybe-wife kisses...
    Jessica Coffin.
    “EWWWWWWWW,” Shannon and Amanda squeal.
    “I thought you were only pretend gay,” Marie says, clearly confused. “Mystery shop gay. You said—”
    “That’s kind of hot,” Dec mutters.
    “Oh, God,” Amanda moans. “I would never, ever , kiss Jessica Coffin!” 
    “I think you owe me an apology,” I inform Amanda.
    “For what?”
    “For being outraged that I kissed someone else.”
    “But you did!”
    “So did you!” I note.
    “We both cheated.”
    “Real cheating, too. Not just coffee cheating,” Shannon adds, giving Declan the side-eye.
    “That’s not helping,” Amanda snaps. She reaches up to her lips. “I kissed Jessica Coffin!”
    “Is that some tongue I see in there?” Marie asks, pulling a pair of reading glasses out of her purse and peering at the phone. She pauses the video, reaches into her purse, and adds a second set of glasses on top of the first.
     We have lots of help, don’t we?
    “Mom!”
    “Amanda got to first base with Jessica,” Marie says in a mournful tone. “Maybe even second base. What’s your hand doing there?” she asks, pointing to the screen. 
    “Wait a minute,” Shannon says, taking the phone from her mother and making the picture bigger. “Hold on. That’s not Jessica Coffin.”
    “It looks just like her,” Marie protests.
    “But look. She has huge feet. And she’s taller than Andrew.”
    I’m 6’ 3.”
    “Even in heels, Jessica isn’t taller than me,” I note.
    “And does Jessica have a shoulder tattoo?” Shannon asks, pointing.
    “No,” I respond quickly.
    Amanda frowns. “You know an awful lot about Jessica Coffin’s body.”
    Declan shifts uncomfortably.
    I give him a look that says, Don’t say a word .
    My oldest brother, Terry appears. We might as well recreate the reception at this point. Jason stands and moves another table over to our crowd and I notice the big, white to-go