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Lena held the bowl. “Ladies first.”
“She picked it out.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Rachel likes to watch. Through the monitor.” He pointed to a small camera on the bookshelf, a red light glowing.
His guest room was all gray velvet and low lamplight. He poured two fingers of bourbon. She asked, “Does your wife know about the blue grip?”
The couples dispersed down separate hallways. Claire watched Mark disappear through a door that closed without a sound.
Tom offered his hand. “No pressure,” he said. “We can just talk.”
Lena held the bowl. “Ladies first.”
“She picked it out.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Rachel likes to watch. Through the monitor.” He pointed to a small camera on the bookshelf, a red light glowing.
His guest room was all gray velvet and low lamplight. He poured two fingers of bourbon. She asked, “Does your wife know about the blue grip?”
The couples dispersed down separate hallways. Claire watched Mark disappear through a door that closed without a sound.
Tom offered his hand. “No pressure,” he said. “We can just talk.”