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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. About the Author

“How did she come up?”

“Hmm,” said Divana. “I think it was at Cabo … no, it was Sedona, right? Yeah, Sedona. Right, Lore?”

Lori drew her legs up, yoga-like, tapped a sandal. “I’m thinking yes.” She nudged an earring. “Yeah, definitely Sedona.”

I said, “One of your trips with Phil and Frank.”

Nods.

“You do a lot of those?”

“Not enough, let me tell you,” said Divana.

“Their schedules,” said Lori.

“At least they don’t have kids,” said Divana. “Just business.”

“And wives.”

I said, “Kids tie you down.”

“That’s what they tell us.”

“Phil and Frank?”

“No, our friends who have them.”

“But even with wives, the brothers manage to get away.”

“The brothers,” said Divana, shooting a lopsided grin. As if she’d never thought of them that way. “They’re the best little boys.”

“How did the subject of their father’s girlfriend come up?”

“Hmm … we were … I guess in bed. Right, Lore?”

“Probably.”

“We spend lots of time in bed,” said Divana. “Room service, champagne, pay-per-view, what’s better? That day, they went off to see some red rocks. Frankie and Philly, not us. We said suit yourselves, boys, we’re staying here with Mr. Moët and Mr. Chandon.”

I said, “But at some point all of you were in bed and the subject of Markham Suss’s love life came up.”

“Love life?” said Divana. “More like sex life. They said he was a total horndog, that’s where they got it from.”

“Proud of their heritage.”

“Huh?”

“They liked taking after their father.”

“Yeah, exactly. And then one of them said—I’m not sure if it was Philly or Frankie—he said guess what, the old guy’s hooked up with some piece he found online, he didn’t even used to like the computer. They thought it was funny.”

“They knew that because …”

“I don’t know,” said Divana. “Maybe he told them.”

Lori said, “Maybe he was proud so he told them.”

“At his age, Lore? Probably super-proud. Probably Viagra, but still.”

“One thing I didn’t like,” said Lori, “was their making a big deal about her being young.”

“Tiara.”

Nod. “They were like, ‘She’s fresh, not a wrinkle.’ I said keep pushing it, Bad Boys, and we’ll kick you hard in the you-know-whats.”

“They like to be talked to that way,” said Divana.

I said, “Submissive.”

“Not really, they just like when we have spirit.”

Lori said, “That’s what they call it. Spirit.”

“So they were impressed with how young Tiara was.”

Lori said, “Philly started, I remember ’cause that time I was with Frankie and she was with Philly and Frankie started to laugh after Philly said it and his chin bumped me and I got p.o.’d, almost pushed him off.”

“That time you were with Frankie,” I said. “Other times you’re with Phil?”

Both women looked at the floor.