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first two weeks— two weeks —are through California. Starting here . So, really, we’ve got another couple of weeks before I’m too far for a booty call.”
    Georgia turned on her heels and cracked my hip with a fast whip of her towel. “Ass.”
    “Yours.” I winked and grabbed her hips. “You’re still gonna send me goodies on the road, right?” I eyed the display case filled with mouthwatering cupcakes, danish, muffins, and brownies.
    “We’ll see,” she retorted. “Only good boys get cookies.”
    Just then, CJ came in through the back door. “You better get baking then, sweet thang, because I’ve been just this side of a saint.”
    Georgia shot him a look. “CJ, the only saintly thing you could do is sterilize.”
    He held his hands against his heart, playing hurt. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been a good, good boy,” he said with some measure of regret.
    Crossing my arms, I leaned against the large, stainless steel prep table. “What’s that been about?”
    “What?” he and Georgia asked in unison.
    I pointed at CJ. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your rather chaste behavior these last few weeks. It’s freaked me out. What gives?”
    “Don’t trust me?”
    I shook my head. “Nope.”
    His eyes lit up and he stuck out his tongue to reveal the silver barbell stuck straight through the center. The one that had been there for at least ten years. “Good, you shouldn’t. I’m saving myself for the road.” He produced a plastic grocery bag from the other side of the door and emptied its contents onto the table. “Always be prepared.”
    Georgia stared with tired resignation at the pile of boxes spilled before us. Extra large, Ribbed For Her Pleasure, Warming Sensation, Ultra Thin …
    I picked up the box of extra large condoms. “Thinking mighty highly of yourself these days?”
    He snatched them from me, stuffing his loot back into the bag. “You’re just jealous you don’t need them anymore.” He couldn’t stop himself, but knew he should have. I could tell the way his eyes flashed to Georgia and back to me in an instant.
    “Yes,” I said with hyperbolic awe, trying to defuse the tension “tell me the story about not remembering who you’re waking up next to again? Oh! Or the one of getting chased down the stairs by an ex-boyfriend with a bat who returned home early? Yes, ” I said, wrapping my arm around Georgia’s shoulders, “sign me right up for that life.”
    He waved his hand, staying in character, but knowing not to push it anymore. “Eh, you never made a good slut anyway.”

Three
Regan
    The thing about Georgia is, she’s not truly a jealous person deep down. She’s insecure, with wounds that go a little deeper than even I know. It’s a difference that took us a long while to sort out when we first got together. Her dad was … complicated. A successful business man in his own right, but a drunk who did the best he could to raise her until his best wasn’t much, and she moved to California while still in high school to live with her mother.
    And her mother … that’s even more of a tangled web. Amanda Hall, while healthy and functioning now, and for the last couple of years, was a diagnosed schizophrenic. When I first met Georgia, her mother had just completed a lengthy stay in Breezy Pointe—a mental health facility—and had just begun receiving ECT, or shock treatment, for the first time.
    While schizophrenia isn’t all that common to begin with, and the risk of developing it is only mildly increased for those with it in their family DNA, this didn’t help Georgia’s outlook on life. She was terrified around every corner that she’d be struck with a diagnosis of her own—her very own worst-case scenario.
    When our relationship began, Georgia hadn’t had a loving relationship in years, aside from her friendship with my cousin, but they hadn’t seen much of each other since high school. She was wary, and had every right to be. I was, too, which didn’t