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catnip clothes. Keith stood in the background with the rest of the band.
    Once they started their set, other club goers got up to dance. Marie and Nicholas stared straight ahead. The music was original, tough and tangy, and Randi had a husky voice, as seductive as the rest of her. Later, during a song that required Keith to lean into the mic and harmonize with her, Nicholas glanced over at Marie and saw her troubled reaction.
    Was she becoming aware of the disturbing vibe? To Nicholas, it was painfully obvious how the couple on stage was trying not to get too close and how when their shoulders accidentally brushed, they tensed and he moved quickly away.
    Scarlett Kitten played for about an hour, but it seemed like forever.
    During the break and before the next band came on, Marie drank another glass of wine. She’d had four so far. Nicholas was counting.
    “I’m going to have to drive home,” he said. “You’re not going to be in any condition to get behind the wheel.”
    “Can’t you just wave your hand and beam us back home?”
    Actually, he could. He could place her car in the garage that way, too. “However we get home, you need to talk to Keith first.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “You felt it, too, didn’t you? What’s going on between them?”
    “I felt what you insisted that I should feel.” Her voice turned quiet, fear and worry evident in her ragged tone. “You planted the seed, and now you’ve got me scared that it could be true.”
    “I’m sorry. But I had to tell you.”
    She got up, teetering on her feet. “I’m going backstage. I’m going to say something to him. But I hope to God that I’m not blowing the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
    “By accusing him of something he didn’t do?” Nicholas stood, too. “He’s guilty, Marie. I know he is.” He escorted her to her destination and waited outside the dressing room door. “If you need me, I’ll be right here.”

    Marie wanted to run as far away from this situation as possible. But she approached Keith instead, and when he smiled, she noticed that it seemed forced. Why hadn’t she been aware of it earlier? Because up until now, she’d trusted him?
    “What’s going on?” she asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “With you and Randi.”
    He stared at her, like a cowboy caught in the headlights.
    Her heart dropped to her stomach, the wine she’d consumed turning sour. “You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”
    He moistened his lips, as if his mouth had gone unbearably dry. He fussed with a piece of lint on his shirt, too.
    “Damn it, Keith. Answer me.”
    The lint landed on the floor. “Yes, I’ve been sleeping with her.”
    Marie squeezed the back of a chair. “For how long?”
    He cleared his throat, stammering. “About two years. But it’s been on and off.” Another stammer. “Every time it ends, we vow to never do it again, but somehow we end up back where we started. It’s a vicious cycle and it’s making me sick.”
    “It’s making you sick?” She felt positively nauseated.
    “I thought it was over for good. Then last week she got in a fight with Paul. One thing led to another, and...”
    Her nausea worsened. She envisioned Randi splayed across his lap, bouncing up and down, with her head tipped back, her phony-red hair flying. “How could you do this? And for two years?”
    “We never meant to. It was an accident.”
    “You just keep colliding into each other? Like Mac trucks?” That created another visual, only it was even louder and raunchier. Crash fucking.
    “We wanted to tell you and Paul, so many times, but we couldn’t seem to find the words.”
    She ignored his feeble excuses. “Do you sleep with her at your house? In the bed you sometimes share with me?”
    He winced. “Yes.”
    “Have you been with her at her house, too? In the bed she shares with Paul?”
    He winced again. “Sometimes.”
    She clutched her middle. And here I’ve been fantasizing about marrying