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12

Alex and Olivia were not coming to the gallery show. They’d planned months ago to go out of town for the weekend. Alex had, however, told me it was okay if I wanted to take off early to go home and get ready. I knew that was so he could leave early himself without feeling guilty, if Alex Kennedy could ever be said to feel guilt. I suspected he rarely did, which was one of the reasons we’d become friends instead of only coworkers.

“I’m not sure you’re the one who gets to decide what time I leave,” I said, putting a few last minute bits of data into a client file and glancing to where he lounged in my doorway. “I mean, I’m the one who prints the paychecks. So.”

“Yeah, well, we have direct deposit, so yeah, fuck your logic.”

I laughed. “Wow. What a great workplace environment.”

“You love it,” he said and tossed a paper plane at me that I hadn’t even noticed he held.

I caught it in midair. “Where you going for the weekend?”

“A nude beach,” Alex said.

I swiveled again in my chair. “What?”

“Gotcha. Have you ever gone to one of those?”

“A nude beach.” I shuddered. “No. Are you really going?”

“How about one of those all-inclusive sex resorts?”