Holy f**k, Lea thought. What in god’s name do you two have in mind? “Hope you don’t get me fired!”
Holy fuckWhat in god’s name do you two have in mind?“Oh, Lea, no,” Andy said, more serious than serious, “we wouldn’t that.”
“Naw,” agreed Sean. “We want you to be be able to give us the tour every month. Gotta make sure the theater’s up to code, after all.”
“Oh.” Lea gave a mock-somber nod. “Yes. We’ve gotta make sure of that.”
Afterward, they lay together on the pullout bed that somehow never got folded away and watched a basketball game. The Hawks were losing, and so somewhere around the third quarter, Lea simply reached into their boxers — they’d never put their pants back on — and began stroking them. Even though their focus remained on the game, she knew she had their attention. “Gu
