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The next morning, Karyn woke me before she started her first webcast. She liked to get an early start on the day, so I blinked and yawned, glancing at the time. Four AM.

“What, babe?”

“Do you mind if I go on the trip with Brandon?”

I frowned. “Wha’ trip?”

“The trip to the Maldives!” She hit me on the shoulder.

“Sorry, it’s like o’dark thirty.”

“The time I usually get up. So do you mind?”

“Brandon still gay as a bag of popcorn?”

“Yes, Jesus. You think I’d go with a straight guy?”

“I dunno, I heard you fucking Richie what’s his name last night.”

“Mmmm, he was so good too. His cock was top-notch. At least a 3000.”

“Good thing my cock is at least a 5000 or I might be jealous.”

“Mmm, baby…I hate to tell you this…”

“Hm?” I wrapped her up in my arms. She smelled good, of perfume and hair product, toothpaste, and laundry detergent.

“Your cock is at least a 5001!” 

“OH EM GEE!” I squealed.

“I know, right? It’s our secret though.”

I kissed her in her favorite place, and she shivered. “Stop it I have to work.”

“Mmmm, well. Daddy wants nookie.”

“Daddy gonna have to wait until after the webcast. Honey, answer me, please? I want to tell my audience I’m going on the Maldives trip.”

I inhaled, breathing her in. I could never really say no to her, and she knew it. I loved Karyn, adored her, worshiped the ground she walked on. “Of course.”

“You’re positive? You won’t get all morose and despondent like you do?”

“Hey, wait a minute, Missy!” I pulled back with mock concern on my face. “I’ll have you know that every time I’ve been morose and despondent it’s been due to lack of you. I, otherwise, am fairly lackadaisical, and lassaiz faire.”

“I know, baby.” She stood up. “It’s only a week though, so you can keep being your lackadaisical self and not descend into despair, despondency and immorality?”

“I can promise at least two of the three.”

She giggled. “So you’ll be immoral and despondent but not despair?”

“With tinges of lassaiz faire, though not too much. Without you, I’m rather lassaiz morosité.”

“Goofball.”

“Yes, you can go.”

She gave a squeal.

“You’ll have to make it up to me, though.”

“Oh, I will, that I promise you baby.” She kissed me, careful not to smudge her perfect lipstick. “Okay, gotta go. Love you!”

And in a flash, she was gone.

I inhaled her aroma again, already missing her and dreading the week of her being gone. I would be good though, absence made the heart grow fonder, I supposed. I could spend some time with my older brother who I rarely spent time anymore.

Sighing, I slipped down into the covers, closing my eyes. I remembered our wedding, the way she felt when we danced, the way the sunlight glimmered on her then dark-brown hair. I never knew I could feel such powerful emotions for someone, anyone, but she’d stolen my heart.

I just hoped this trip was all she wanted it to be, and not some gimmick to get her down to the Maldives where they’d take advantage of her. She was so gullible, her heart was open to anyone she met, and she wore every emotion she ever felt on her sleeve. She had such an open and giving heart, I’d hate for anything or anyone to tarnish that.

I thought about Brandon and her together. Brandon was her style coach, adviser, and closest ‘girlfriend.’ He was actually a pretty cool guy, with a solid head on his shoulders so if she was to go to the Maldives with someone other than me, Brandon would be who I’d send. He saw through any scam, knew the ins and outs of the human mind, and was sarcastic to the core of his dark soul.

He also was in love with…someone. Who had Karyn said was the latest crush?

Oh, right, Dalton Dells. Ugh, Brandon was another common friend, but where Brandon actually liked people, Dalton hated everyone he met. Well, Except Karyn. Secretly, I think Dalton wanted to be Karyn.

I fell asleep again, thinking of the three of them and wondering what kind of food they’d serve in the Maldives. I hoped they’d have double-shot Espresso with caramel, or Karyn was going to be one sad girl.