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“What… Oh.Shit.”Hadn’t seen that coming.“So, like, you and he…?”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s what the fight was about?”

“What?No.I didn’t even know he had the pictures.Or still had them.He told me he’d deleted them.”

Jesus Christ, save me from innocent Nebraska farm boys and girls who believe what they’re told.

“What was the fight about?”I wasn’t even certain this was relevant, but?—

“I found out he hadn’t left his wife.He said he had.Because no way was I going to be a home-wrecker.You know me, right?That’s not who I am.”

To my surprise, I realized I did know him.And he was right—he’d never be a third unless all parties agreed.I let out a long breath.“Okay, so how bad is bad?”

“The photos?”

“Yes.”Because you’ve called me after midnight on a weeknight, and so?—

“I…uh…”

“Spit it out.”

“Might’ve been wearing women’s lacy underwear.”

“Okay.That’s not the end of the?—”

“While trussed up and handcuffed to the bed.”

I winced.“Okay, we can still spin?—”

“And then pictures of me with my bare ass in the air and my hole on display…”

Lord, please save me.“Is it obvious it’s you?”

“You mean is the mole on my ass cheek visible and am I looking over my shoulder?”

I slid out of bed.“Okay, I’m getting dressed and coming to LA.”

“You don’t?—”

“You called me.”I wasn’t the biggest fan of interrupting, but as I scouted for fresh underwear, I had to make my point.

“Well, yes, but?—”

“And the tabloids have the pictures?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“So I’m going to have Shayna call all the lawyers I can think of until we find one to file a cease-and-desist order.We’ll threaten a lawsuit since you clearly didn’t permit the photos to be released.”

“You can do that?”He sounded so hopeful.

“I’m not a lawyer, Andreas, but I think so.”I hope so.I also hope I’m not too late…

“Are you at home?”

“Yes.But the building is surrounded by paparazzi.”