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hours a day to give you, Brady.”
    Brady.
    He paused, sad for a moment that he wasn’t Shane anymore, then deciding it might be okay to be Brady again. He had to be Brady again.
    He said, “Twice a week is not enough. Not nearly enough.”
    “Are we still talking about sleeping?”
    “No.”
    She smirked. “Then who says it’s only twice a week?”
    He bit her jaw gently. “Only me.”
    She wiggled against him. “Why? Give me one good reason.”
    He thrust. “I’ve given you one good reason, over and over again.”
    She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back.
    He said, “Only me. Or Shane.”
    Cassandra’s eyes popped back open and she raised her eyebrows.
    He said, “I don’t think he’s going to switch teams. Just thought I could give you something in return for the long drive you’re going to be doing from now on.”
    “You don’t think he’s going to switch teams? You haven’t even met him.”
    “You seem pretty sure you’ll never have him. But just in case he changes his mind, I give you my blessing. But only him.”
    She laughed, shaking against him and jiggling his balls. She said, “In case he changes his mind?”
    She laughed again and again until Brady pulled out. He propped his cheek on his fist and waited.
    When she’d snickered her last, he said, “Done?”
    She pulled him closer. “No.”
    She waited until he was comfortable again, until it was hard to think, hard to negotiate, to say, “I’m not going to move in with you. We’ll just have to make Sundays and Wednesdays work.”
    He stopped.
    She circled her hips. “No need to punish me.”
    He said, “I’m just waiting for another car full of teenagers to drive up. With their phones. Their camera phones.”
    She groaned, sliding her hand into his pants and digging her nails into his butt.
    Brady said, “You can take my car. That’ll make the drive a little more fun.”
    “Wait, wait, wait. Your car?”
    He didn’t wait. He moved. Long and slow and deep, and then quick and shallow. And long and slow again.
    He stopped, breathing hard and pushing the finish back.
    He said, “You can drive my car when I’m not in it.”
    Cassandra said, “Ohhhhhhh, yes!”
    Brady said his own, “Ohhhhhhh, yes,” and collapsed on top of her.
    His blood cooled, his heart slowed. And when they’d both stopped breathing fast, Cassandra murmured, “Now that the excitement has faded, I’m realizing that this is extremely uncomfortable.”
    Brady pushed himself off her, climbing off the car and noting that his knees weren’t too happy with him.
    He grabbed her jeans, shaking them out and throwing them up to her. She scooted to the edge of the roof and he helped her down.
    She pulled her jeans up and said, “Well, cross that off the list. Don’t need to do it again.”
    “Let’s just cross all of Mulholland off the list. We don’t need to come back up here.”
    She smiled, then sighed. “It’s not going to work, Brady. This. Us. It’s just for fun, just a little distraction.”
    “You already said yes.”
    “I wasn’t saying yes to you. It was more of a ‘I’ll have what she’s having’ yes.”
    “You were saying yes to the car.”
    She grinned. “I might have gotten a little carried away thinking about zipping along in your car. But there’s the big problem of Argentina, remember? If I get in your car without you, I’m not coming back.”
    “You will.”
    “I won’t. I won’t come back, I won’t stop.” She nodded her head. “Except for the occasional messy burrito and the more frequent speeding tickets.”
    “Is Shane going to go with you?”
    She’d been happy and playful, but she froze when he said that.
    He said, “I have no one. You have half of someone. Half of him plus half of me equals as close as you’re going to get.”
    “And you? What are you going to do with only half of me?”
    He looked at the top of his car. “I’ll make do.”
    He smiled at her.
    When she didn’t smile back, he said,