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“Fuck! I filled her in on what happened at the funeral, what I’d learned about Roger, going golfing, and then confronting Roger in his office. Natashya looked over her shoulder and broke out into a grin as she watched me lick and suck her saliva off my fingers. As she stared into my eyes, I sensed fondness. “It’s… I didn’t expect it.” She glanced at Natashya and I saw the dancer bite her lip as she looked back at my sister. As I neared the cabin door, Jonathan—the bodyguard I’d sent with Erin and Natashya—opened it to let me inside and closed it as soon as I stepped in. Then I felt her slender fingers slip into my hand and squeeze it. I gave them as much of a breakdown of the conversation as I could remember, which reduced the forty-five-minute conversation to a minute and a half… not a minute. “Just give it some time,” she said before popping her index finger into her mouth. She looked at Bobbi, who was still lying on Helen’s chest. “She said she was falling in love with me, so she didn’t handle rejection very well.” Not wanting to talk about Danni anymore, I decided to change the subject.