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last Alistair had heard, his friend was studying with the Jesuits or somebody. He hoped it was the Jesuits and not some kind of cult. He wished Dave peace and understanding if such a thing were possible.
    “She’s my life, ’Stair. But she was incomplete. I’m still a little pissed that she withheld her involvement with you. I think I knew it that night though. The look on your face!”
    “What look? I didn’t let on. I followed her lead.”
    Ashley snorted inelegantly. “Right. Jackie turned into someone I’d never seen before, and you were off balance. First time I ever saw you that way. It was like high school again. I can’t believe I didn’t put it together sooner. God knows Max hinted at it often enough. That boy comes across as prescient or something, but I think he just reads people well. Comes from being on the outside looking in.”
    He shifted in his chair, absolutely ignoring her comments about Max. He was uncomfortable with the idea that Ash had read him so easily and then shook it off. He’d get used to it. He’d just heard something in her voice and final comment that alerted him to the fact that she, too, had a history, and they would really need to get to know one another better seeing as they’d be living together. He and Ash had always gotten along, but now their camaraderie was a total must. He forced a smile and felt it morph into a far more natural expression. He experienced a sense of amazement. Ash had teased him, and he actually found he liked it. Another symbolic door creaked open deep inside, and an even deeper feeling of warmth crept over him, yet he didn’t feel like a pussy. And speaking of pussy, he recalled opening his eyes that morning and how his breath hitched in his chest when he smelled Jackie’s hair, her head tucked under his chin. He had just soaked in the moment, imprinting the feel of her against him. She mustn’t have stirred all night, and his right arm was asleep, numb yet aching. He’d have cut it off if it meant Jackie never leaving his bed ever again. The urge to push up inside of her, wake her with his fucking, was almost overwhelming.
    He had then looked up, and Ash’s ice-blue eyes locked with his, right over Jackie’s shoulder. He had a feeling they would be seeing a lot of one another in this manner. She quirked a brow and eased away from her sleeping body, and off the bed. He watched her head into the bathroom and admired her athletic length, even if he had no urge to be sexual with her. Who knew? Who knew that Alistair Frayne would end up in bed with two women and only want to fuck one of them? It was indeed a strange form of monogamy. He certainly wanted to fuck the one lying in his arms, sleeping the rest of the well pleasured, but accepted that his morning wood would just have to wait. He and Ashley should take this time to talk.
    Extricating himself from Jackie took some doing. She whined under her breath and hitched after his warmth, and he tucked the bedding snugly around her, then stood, working out the pins and needles in his arm, looking down on her with a sense of awe. She was his once again. Well, theirs, his, and Ash’s. He marveled at the golden, gossamer strands of her hair, all awry from drying without the benefit of a blow dryer or a brush, and his eyes followed the curve of her cheek and the drift of her long, dark lashes, her sooty brows, so at odds with her hair. Her full lips pursed, and his cock lurched and suggested that he and Ash could talk later, that there was more important business at hand, but he made himself find some control. Jackie again muttered in her sleep and curled up into little ball. He hurriedly drew another covering up over her, wishing he had something other than plain cotton sheets and scratchy blankets to offer, but he never brought women back to his quarters. All the luxury was reserved for the Club. He had a sense of being watched and realized Ashley was back and had donned the robe. He tried not to look