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hole in the wall, that’s for sure.
    “Huh,” Josh finally says when Jonas finishes talking. “Interesting.”
    Jonas exhales with impatience. His jaw muscles pulse. Clearly, he was expecting something else from Josh.
    “Wow,” Josh adds, shaking his head. He considers something for a moment. “I’m not sure, bro. I met some really great girls.”
    Kat visibly scowls.
    I can’t resist asking at least one, teeny-tiny question. “How long was your membership, Josh?”
    “A month.”
    I’m relieved. That means he’s probably not a total wack job. I steal a glance at Jonas. Oh man, he’s fuming. At me for asking the question? At himself for joining for a year? Or at Josh’s milk-toast reaction to the whole situation? I’m not sure about the source of Jonas’ ire—but I figure it couldn’t hurt for me to ask one more teensy-weensy question.
    “And you... completed your entire membership period... successfully?”
    “Oh, yeah. Definitely.” Josh smiles broadly. He thinks for a minute. “There’s no way all those girls were prostitutes. They were super cool, all of them.”
    All those girls ? All of them? How many women are we talking about here?
    “They were all super cool, huh?” I say, even though I know I should shut the hell up. “Well, Julia Roberts was ‘super cool’ in Pretty Woman , too.”
    Josh laughs. “True.”
    Jonas’ eyes flash. What’s going on in that beautiful head of his? He looks like he’s on the verge of exploding.
    “How many women could you possibly have gone through in a month?” Kat asks, swooping in to ask the precise thing I’m wondering myself.
    Josh’s eyes latch onto Kat with laser sharpness.
    “I mean . . .” Kat’s face turns red. But she can’t figure out how to make her question sound pertinent to anything other than her own salacious and highly personal desire to know.
    Josh stares at Kat without apology for a very long beat. “A couple,” he finally answers slowly. But he’s not even trying to sound like he’s telling her the truth. He flashes her a broad smile.
    Oh boy, he’s definitely a Faraday. No doubt about it.
    Bam. Just like that, I have a sudden, disgusting thought.
    “Josh, did you ever use your membership to meet a ‘super cool’ girl in the Seattle area?”
    Josh’s smile droops with instant understanding. He nods slowly. “Once.”
    Oh no. Please tell me Josh and Jonas didn’t both have sex with Stacy the Faker. My stomach churns at the thought.
    Jonas’ mortified face tells me he gets my meaning, too. “Brunette. Piercing blue eyes—like the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen—fair skin.” It’s like he’s rattling off a grocery list. “C-cup. Perfect teeth. Smokin’ hot body—” He looks at me apologetically. “Sorry, baby.”
    But there’s no need to apologize. Stacy does have a smokin’ hot body. And, frankly, I like that she does—the hotter the better. My hunkalicious man wanted me , sight unseen, based solely on my brains and personality, and he fantasized about me while screwing another woman—a woman with a smokin’ hot body. I’ve got no problem with that. In fact, the thought gets me going like a hungry dog on a ragged bone.
    “It’s okay.” I wink at Jonas. Woof.
    One side of his mouth curls up, and for one fleeting, delicious moment, I know we’re both thinking about our first phone conversation, the one that unexpectedly devolved into dirty phone sex.
    Josh is visibly relieved. “No,” he says, exhaling “That doesn’t describe my Seattle girl. When I filled out my application, I requested only—” He stops mid-sentence. He looks at Kat and smashes his mouth into a hard line.
    What? Oh my God. What? I’ve got to know! He requested only... what? Black women? Plus sized beauties? Asian women? A-cups? Men? Transgenders? I’m horrible, I admit it, depraved, perverted, going to hell, but I’m dying to know what was on the tip of Josh’s tongue. Damn!
    But Josh obviously isn’t going to