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shoes.
    Grey laughed. "Name one."
    "What? No."
    "Can't eh? Don't remember their names or her name?" Grey continued to laugh.
    "Okay, okay, yeah, only one. That time in St. Thomas.
I was drunk. I don't remember her name but it was the
greatest..."
    "Best sex ever, huh? And you were drunk?" Grey cocked
an eyebrow at his brother.
    Grey laughed so hard he spilled some of the cocoa,
which immediately froze on the stoop.
    "Thanks for your understanding," Colin said with more
ice in his tone than was on the sidewalk. He stood up.
    Grey placed his hand on his brother's arm. "Sit down,
sit down. Don't get all bent out of shape."
    "You ought to know what I'm talking about. You were
there." Colin stood looking down at Grey.
    "I was?"
    "Yeah, you screwed the redhead…left me with her older
sister."
    "Guess I took the wrong one, 'cause I don't
remember."
    Colin laughed, shook his head before returning to the
stoop. "Now who was drunk?"
    "Was I?" Grey rubbed his face, lost in thought,
trying to remember the woman.
    "I didn't think so at the time...but you get it…the
woman versus girl thing, right?"
    "I do. I do." Grey nodded as he took another sip.
    "Carrie's a woman, not a girl." Colin stared at Grey,
resting his mug on the step.
    "Absolutely…all woman." A small smile played at
Grey's lips.
    "And?" Colin raised his eyebrows at his brother.
    "Don't go there. Don't even think about it. Stuff
about Carrie is private."
    "I can ask, can't I?" Colin broke into a teasing
smile.
    "Ask all you want, Punk. Ain't happening. Where does
Angela fall? Girl or woman?"
    "Girl. Definitely girl."
    "Sex no good?"
    Grey brought the mug up to his lips for a longer
drink now that the chocolate had cooled some, waiting for a reply
from Colin.
    "Hey! You're not talking, so I'm not talking."
    "Have it your way. Thought maybe she left you horny
and broken-hearted."
    Colin laughed a hearty belly laugh. "Horny, always.
Broken-hearted? No way."
    "Good," Grey said, clapping his brother on the
shoulder.
    "I'm still looking for that one woman."
    "The one with your name tattooed on her ass?"
    "And other places." He said, snickering.
    "Let's finish this, get back inside. It's damn cold
out here," Grey said, pushing to his feet, draining his mug before
placing it on the top step.
    "Got a hot date with Carrie? Gonna do her in the
kitchen?" Colin grinned at his brother as he set his mug down.
    "What did you say?" Grey asked, picking up a handful
of snow from the hedges lining the front of his brick townhouse
then hiding it behind his back.
    "You heard me," Colin said, turning to face his
brother.
    Grey whipped his snow-laden fist around and wiped
Colin's face with the snow. Colin sputtered, the icy water went
flying. He wiped his face with his hands. Anger lit up his eyes
while Grey's glowed with glee.
    "Told you not to go there," Grey said, backing
away.
    Colin grabbed a handful of snow. Soon a snowball
fight was in full swing on the front sidewalk. The area they had
painstakingly cleaned of snow became dusted again as the men fired
snowballs at each other, laughing with glee when they made a direct
hit. Carrie came to the front door. She picked up the mugs.
    "Hey, you're getting snow all over where you already
shoveled!"
    Grey stopped at the sound of her voice. Colin rifled
one more snowball at Grey's back before he, too, halted. Both men
looked at the ground.
    "Shit," Grey muttered, picking up a shovel.
    Colin followed suit. Within fifteen minutes the extra
snow was cleared off and the two men, soaked to the skin, shivered,
retreating to the warmth of the house.
    "Oh, no, stay there!" Carrie commanded holding her
hand up.
    The men stopped inside the front door.
    "Take everything off here. Don't want that dirty wet
snow tracked all over the house. And you're both soaked…" She
picked up Grey's muffler to slip her hand underneath. "…to the
skin. Jackets off. All off right here. Wait, I'll get a bag."
    While Carrie scooted back to the kitchen. The men
toed off their