He pulled his hand back. He turned to the teapot. He poured a cup of tea, the amber liquid steaming in the cool air. He added a lump of sugar, just the way she liked it.
Marissa thought again "How did he know my preferences? Someone is feeding him information or he's stalking me."
He held the cup out to her.
"Why don't you two share a man?" Carlos asked.
The question was so absurd, so vile, that Marissa almost laughed.
"Share a man?" she repeated.
"Yes," Carlos said, his eyes gleaming. "You and Ashlyn. Sisters sharing everything. It is poetic. I can take care of both of you. I have enough love for two."
He offered her the tea again, pushing the cup closer to her hand.
Marissa looked at the tea.
"And Ashlyn agreed?" Marissa asked. "She agreed to share her husband with the woman she hates?"
