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threatens to crack the glass ceiling of the sunroom some mornings, but Simon always smiles and laughs with her.
    Lilly takes extra time in preparing readings for him each day. She wants to impress him with her knowledge of the signs and planets. She’s always been too shy to read her horoscopes out loud for anyone; usually Grace would do it for her. But with Simon, Lilly has insisted on reading them herself. He’s been indulgent and thoughtful. But he never presses for information about our past or how she knows all that she does about astrology.
    Jill has been the biggest surprise. She normally doesn’t want the stage at all, unless to react to her tormented, pent up anger. And she still doesn’t come out often around people, but every once in a while she’ll ask if she can sit with Simon. Usually just a few minutes at a time. And only when there’s a game or movie on that she likes, but still we’ve all been impressed with the calming effect on her. She hasn’t exploded with her usual rage since that first night with Simon.
    And of course, Grace is in love with him. She won’t admit it, but it’s obvious with her soft mooning stares at him. She keeps the stage transparent mostly, but I’ve refused to watch him with her. She can have the softer side of Simon, because I know what he really wants. Me.
    My plan had worked. We were away and safe. And with Simon, we each even had a little hope and happiness.
    But now Miles is here. And I’m as alone as I was that day after he hurt Grace three years ago. The others are too paralyzed with fear to do anything but cower and wait.
    But I’m not good at waiting.
    “I’ll be right back,” I pat Simon’s hand that is already squeezing harder around my arm.

8
    “Where are you going?” I pull Red closer to my side, not letting her go. Cary arches a brow, but doesn’t turn his head to us more. I know I should keep my voice down. I’ve already acted like a crazy asshole tonight, pushing Red around and keeping myself between her and anyone else.
    But something feels off and I’m on edge. Red keeps nervously looking around, her head like a fucking bird’s pivoting all over. It’s not like her. Her laugh is even off.
    “I’m just going to the bathroom.” Her voice is still too high pitched. She pats my hand again, but she won’t meet my eyes. I’m tempted to demand that Grace talk to me. I think I could get a straight answer out of her since she responds better to my domineering ways.
    I’m struck once more by the insanity of my own thoughts and how easily I’ve gotten used to all of this.
    I’ve had my share of women. I’ve had my share of sharing women. I’ve had up to four women in bed with me at one time. It gets complicated and interesting real fast. But I’ve never had anything like this with Red. Or with Grace. Or any of the others that I just call “Grace” because I don’t know what else to call them.
    But there it is again. Them. I’m in over my head with how complicated and interesting it’s gotten.
    Grace is the answer to everything submissive that I’ve ever wanted. I’ve not set out to train a girl to be mine before, but if I had…it’d be Grace. But Red is the answer to everything that I’ve never known I wanted. Fuck.
    Ok. To myself I can admit it. I like them both equally. Like ? What am I…15? Ok… more than like. I want them both. I have them both. So why does everything feel lopsided tonight? Like I’m the only one in the room that can feel the ground shaking with a 9.0 quake?
    I take a deep breath and twist our bodies around, so my back is to the small group of men that Cary is talking with still. I lean over her and can’t keep the growl out of my voice as hard as I try, “I don’t know what’s going on with you tonight, Red, but you’re going to tell me when we get home.” She only blinks up at me. “Fine. You have five minutes, then we’re leaving.” She pulls away, but I snap her back to my side once more. “And