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laid.”
    “Manwhore.”
    “Prude.”
    I laughed. He always had been a breath of sexually liberated fresh air.
    He opened his mouth to say something, but shrill feedback from a microphone made us both cringe. We turned to see the DJ setting up for karaoke.
    “Oh, Jesus,” I said. “Not karaoke.”
    “Ugh. Do you want to go outside?”
    “Yes. Yes, I do.”
    “I thought as much.”
    We both stood. He made an “after you” gesture, but I insisted he go on ahead, so he shrugged and started across the room. On the way to the stairwell, he didn’t squeeze between people or elbow his way through the crowd in a serpentine path from booth to door. He walked and people moved. He’d offer a polite “pardon me” or turn enough to keep from bumping into someone, but for the most part, they got out of his way. They always did.
    I wondered if it was such a good idea to go out on the terrace with him. As horny as I was tonight, being alone with him was probably hazardous to my health. I was newly single and he was almost six slender feet of temptation wrapped in a conservative black shirt and jeans. Narrow hips and broad shoulders. Cheekbones that could cut diamonds. A lightly stubbled and sharply angled jaw that I’d often imagined brushing that spot where the curve of my neck met my shoulder.
    Scott had always been high on my “look, but don’t touch” list. In fact, my attraction to him predated my relationship with Alec. He’d always been heavily into kinky stuff, though, and he was polyamorous, neither of which had appealed to me back then. While BDSM piqued my interest now, polyamoury still wasn’t for me. Territorial I was not, but I had enough problems maintaining monogamous relationships. Adding more players sounded like a recipe for disaster.
    We climbed the stairs and went outside to the rooftop terrace. This was where the bar had its luaus and barbecues when the weather was warmer. It was barely spring, though, and a chilly wind blew in off the coast, so the terrace was mostly deserted. I zipped my jacket and nestled my chin into the collar.
    Scott hoisted himself onto the concrete railing. “So, how are you doing with all of this?”
    “Not too bad, actually.” I hugged myself to keep from shivering. “It’s, you know, a bit of a change, but I’m glad it’s over.”
    “I don’t blame you. If you don’t mind my asking, what was the final straw?”
    “Nothing in particular,” I said. “Well, it wasn’t anything specific that made me decide to end it that night, but to be quite honest, our sex life was probably the biggest issue that came up.”
    Scott snorted. “Now that I believe.”
    “Oh do you?”
    “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m no psychic, but I got the impression there wasn’t too much going on between you two.”
    “How do you figure?”
    “No chemistry. I’ve seen more sparks fly between dead fish than the two of you.” He paused. “No offense.”
    I laughed. “None taken. Not too far from the truth, to be honest.”
    Scott clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I’m surprised that douche bag didn’t bore you into a coma.”
    “A few more months, and he probably would have.”
    “Big shock.” He rolled his eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, some people prefer vanilla sex, but—”
    “Vanilla sex?”
    He smiled. “You know, the kind that doesn’t involve whips and chains.”
    “So, the kind you don’t have?”
    “I beg your pardon.” He put a hand to his chest and feigned offense. “I have been known to engage in vanilla sex from time to time, you know.”
    “And do you enjoy it?”
    He grinned and rested his hand on the railing again. “Darling, if sex and Scott Moore are involved, rest assured, everyone present enjoys it.”
    Of that, I have no doubt . “Cocky bastard.”
    With a flippant shrug, he said, “Guilty as charged.”
    “But let me guess,” I said, rolling my eyes, “you’ve earned the right to be so cocky?”
    “Damn right, and I have