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one was watching.

It was an email from the other agent on my pending deal. I reviewed the attachments and sent back a quick response. I was exiting from my email app when I saw an email from Easton that had come through my personal inbox.

Subject Line: Your fantasies…

I’m having trouble concentrating on anything but the things you described.

I scrolled down for more, but there wasn’t anything. Just that one indiscernible line.

I knew Easton better than anyone in this world, but couldn’t read where he was going with this. If I had to guess, he didn’t know himself. I understood that. I had tolerated my fantasies for the last two years because I knew they didn’t have potential. They were a photo on a board I could sling darts at, with no actual repercussions, short of some very enjoyable self-induced orgasms. But now they’d—or at least one of those fantasies—had been exposed.

And now he wanted to know if I really wanted it. Why had I shared it with him if I hadn’t wanted it to happen? Just to air out my secrets? Or to prompt an action?

Maybe I did want it to happen, I just wanted it to be some magical event that would not affect our lives or relationship in any way at all.

Ha.

My fingers hovered over the screen and I warred over how to respond.

They were just fantasies. We can forget they exist.

I pressed send and let out a contained breath, lifting my head just in time to see Maria Bott’s head bob downward, then jerk back upright, her eyes rapidly blinking in an attempt to wake up. Maria’s narcoleptic tendencies were why Charity, Tim and I sat at this section of the wall. The timing of her nap would determine which one of us would buy lunch. Prior to the new listings summary: me. Between the start of the listings summary and the end of the meeting: Tim. If she let out an audible snore: Charity.

I moved my phone behind the agenda and did a quick review of the schedule. Tyler’s legal update was right before the listings summary. If Maria could hold off this nap for another five or six minutes, I was dining on a steak and cheese sandwich for free.

Tyler flipped to another page and the restlessness in the room grew. I eyed Maria Bott and willed her to keep those big brown eyes flipped open.

My phone hummed, warm against my upper thigh. A response from Easton.

Yeah, we could. Or we could explore them further.

18

“I’ve never seen so many balls in one place before.” Chelsea sucked loudly on a straw, then nudged me with her elbow.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Very witty.” I pushed my sunglasses on top of my head and squinted at the court, trying to get a better look at this tennis goddess that oozed sexuality. Nicole Fagnani was standing on the right end of the court, her racket in hand, focus on her left Nike. She looked exactly like her internet photos, videos, press interviews, and social media had shown. A normal woman. No one to worry about.

“Here.” Chelsea stuck out her binoculars. “I can literally see the wrinkles forming from your squinting.”

“Thanks.” I used the binoculars and promptly lost the tennis player, three adjustments needed before the tall woman came back into focus.

“How’s it going with Aaron?”

I kept the binoculars steady and reminded myself that she was asking an innocent question, with no reason to suspect that Easton and I were fantasizing about adding him to our sex life. “Fine. He talks to Becca a lot. She stopped by the house yesterday.”

“Really? Did you talk to her?”

I gave up and handed the pair back to her. “No. I was at work. Easton saw her. She was bitchy to him, and wanted to talk to Aaron alone. The two of them sat out back and fought.” That night, Aaron had come back from the gym with a steely expression on his face, one that didn’t encourage comment, and went straight to his room. I heard the shower running a few minutes later, and didn’t see him the rest of the night. I left a portion of food in the fridge for him, and found the plate rinsed and in the dishwasher the next morning. We’d gone to bed around one, so he’d either been really quiet or eaten really late.

“I can’t believe I let her in my mouth.” Chelsea unwrapped a stick of gum, then offered me one.

I accepted the piece