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you,” Paul replied, gingerly moving away from her. “By the way, who’s Gustav?”
    â€œGustav?” Liz frowned, as if trying to remember someone from long ago. “Oh, he was Gary’s archery instructor. Why?”
    â€œGary seemed perturbed to find me here instead of him.”
    â€œGary was very fond of Gustav. I never had the heart to tell him Gustav had to go back to Austria to take over his father’s hosiery factory.”
    â€œWhat a considerate mother you are.” Paul rubbed sleep from his eyes. “And Laurie? Who’s she? The nanny?”
    â€œThe maid. Lane is the nanny.”
    â€œYeah, you’re a poor single mom, all right. My heart bleeds for you.”
    Paul closed his eyes for a moment, trying to take this all in. He shouldn’t have come here. Not only was he feeling like a fleet of limos had run him over, but his head was pounding and his mouth tasted like bilge water. Worst of all, he’d let his dick do his thinking. The glowering boy by the bedside was the icing on the cake. All of it was just plain wrong .
    â€œWhy are you being so mean?” Liz’s bottom lip jutted out like a pouty little girl’s. “Especially after all the fun we had last night.” She was on him again, an anaconda coiling herself around him in a death grip. “You were good,” she purred. “Even better than you were in high school.”
    Paul snorted, affronted. I sure as hell hope so.
    â€œLiz?” He tried wriggling free but movement made his head pound so he lay back, marshaling his energy. “Don’t you care that your son saw you in bed with a strange man? Or that he saw my, you know?”
    â€œYour what? Your willy?” Liz guffawed. “Your ding dong? Your johnson? Little Elvis? Can’t you even say the word , Paul?”
    â€œIt’s not funny, Liz. Your kid walking in here is totally inappropriate —”
    â€œSo spank me.” She bit down softly on his shoulder. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
    Paul much preferred to muzzle her. He took a deep breath, and in one strong, swift motion tried to peel her off him. She was tenacious, sticking to him like a barnacle, but he was stronger. He broke free and in a swift move that sent his pounding head spinning, he leapt out of bed and snatched up his briefs, nearly falling over as he struggled to put them on. He hadn’t been hung over this badly in years .
    Liz frowned, watching him from the bed. “What’s the rush? The maid is making Gary breakfast. We have more than enough time for another—”
    â€œNo, thanks. I’ve got places to go, people to see.”
    â€œLike who?”
    â€œThe Didsbury Youth Hockey Board. I find out today who I’m coaching.”
    â€œGary’s trying out for hockey,” Liz said brightly. “Maybe you’ll wind up being his coach.” She rolled over on her stomach, inching over to where Paul now sat. “You know,” she said, trailing her perfectly manicured nails along his thigh, “I’d be willing to pay you to give Gary some private tutoring on the ice.”
    â€œI don’t think so.” He calmly removed her hand as he stood to put his trousers on. “I don’t really have time.”
    â€œNot even as a favor to his mother, whose brains you were happy to fuck out last night?”
    Paul sighed, sinking back down on the bed. He’d been hoping to get out without having this conversation, but he knew now he was going to have to lay it on the line.
    â€œLiz, look.” He worked to sound apologetic. “Last night was a mistake, okay? We both had too much to drink—”
    â€œ I didn’t.”
    â€œAnd because of the reunion there was a lot of nostalgia in the air, and—”
    â€œOh, just fuck off, Paul.” Liz flopped back angrily on the bed.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œDon’t give me the ‘It was a mistake’