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surrealistic experience of being with her again had been the only thing that kept him in check.
    It was clear he and his friend needed to have a talk. A year’s worth of emails. How much had they shared that Peter had been excluded from? How many private jokes and intimate secrets and bad days had he missed because Henry hadn’t had the balls to let him know he was back in touch with their old flame? He knew how upset Peter would be to find out after the fact, so why had he waited?
    It left Peter feeling off balance. Unprepared. He’d just caught his breath when she pulled the rug out from under him again by asking for help with her “research.”
    She still wants you. Both of you. She wants a repeat performance.
    And he wanted to give it to her more than she would ever know. If he were to calculate the percentage of time he’d spent in the last two years alone imagining a scenario almost identical to this one—including the Henry factor? He frowned. That equation he would take to his grave because the answer was too uncomfortable for him to admit to.
    So why was he hesitating? Because of the slight sting of her subtle rejection? It was clear she’d developed a new bond with Henry. By the look on his face, he hadn’t expected her request any more than Peter had. Hadn’t expected the topic to turn to sex as soon as Peter walked through the door.
    It wasn’t a reaction he minded, as a rule, but with Holly it was different. Did she see him the same way everyone else did now? As the playboy?
    He didn’t care. There was no way he was leaving to prove he was more than a convenient research assistant. The will or pride or whatever the hell it was that he would need to walk out of the door after that kind of request? He didn’t fucking have it.
    Time had given him a certain amount of perspective and more experience, but it hadn’t made him immune to Holly’s charms. She crossed her bare legs again and he bit back a hungry moan. His pinup fantasy had only come into focus with age. Her breasts were still full and firm, her waist even smaller and her legs still endless. The shoulder revealed by her loose-fitting top was decorated with elegantly feminine flower tattoos that he wanted to lick. It made him curious, impatient to strip her down to discover what other additions she’d made to the body that he’d long ago memorized.
    Her hair was different too. Shorter. She had sassy black bangs now that brought attention to the delicate silver studs piercing her left eyebrow, as well as her big doe eyes and thick lashes. They suited her, the changes. Gave her a bad girl edge that made her more alluring and him hard as a rock.
    He was going to take her up on her offer. He wasn’t an idiot. That didn’t mean he would make it easy on her.
    “You still have a talent for getting my attention, Ms. Ruskin. I’m sure you remember how much I enjoy research. And fucking,” he added, feeling a hint of satisfaction when she swallowed too swiftly and gasped at the burn of the liquid. “Putting two of my favorite things together makes the offer practically irresistible, but I need more information. I appear to be at a slight disadvantage, thanks to our furry friend.”
    He met Henry’s dark gaze, seeing his reaction to Holly’s request beneath the apology. Like a kid at Christmas, Henry wanted to say yes and unwrap his present now. “She says you know about her style of research, Henry—should we expect her to conduct extensive interviews?”
    Peter caressed the wooden arch of the chair he was straddling, already imagining her under his hands. “Do you think she’ll have us recount our personal experiences in detail? Maybe we could start with the time I met you at your hotel room and found two naked women and four men sprawled across your bed? I spent hours trying to mentally rebuild that particular Jenga tower, I can tell you. And then, to be fair, we can recount my recent fetish for twins.”
    Holly surprised him by chuckling.