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I'd never gotten the impression that God had a sadistic sense of irony, but someone sure did. I thought you were screwing them both, Richard said. That sounded sort of bitter, too. Just hold it.

Wolf, he sniffed my skin, Richard, he whispered the name against my skin. I thought about how I'd left Micah and Nathaniel standing in the parking lot. Peace, quiet, but not empty, just waiting. He moved himself in and out of me in long writhing waves of his body.