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Holly lay in Quint’s bed and wasn’t sure who she hated more, herself or…herself.
Quint was in the shower being pretty damn pleased with life.
Her body was all sappy happy as well.
Yet somehow—without once committing to anything more than sleeping with Mike when they were both in the mood, which she had to admit had been far more often than not lately—she’d just cheated on him.
No words of exclusivity, monogamy, or any of that crap had ever passed between them.
But still…
She’d just cheated on him.
Telling herself to shut up didn’t help.
Telling her body to stop being so damned liquid and content didn’t seem to bother it for a moment.
For one lousy hour Quint had helped her forget everything. But now she was—
“That’s not a real happy look for such a fine-looking woman to be we
