“It was a good deal for everyone involved,” Tate said stoically, withdrawing his hand from between the woman’s thighs just as she began to pant, the sadist. “Then he found out I’m thrice divorced.” “Thrice? Je-sus, man. You’re in your early thirties.” “When you know, you know.” “You obviously didn’t know since none of the marriages lasted.” I tucked my business plan back inside my briefcase. But the truth was I couldn’t picture Tate committing to anything as altruistic as marriage. There was probably a bigger picture to all this. “Anyway, Marshall doesn’t know how single I am.” “He’ll figure
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