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figurines of Frey, it showed a short, squat little man and an incredibly enormous penis that jutted from the statue.
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    “Well, that’s… ugly.” I said, staring at the monstrous stone phallus. “But if you want one for the living room, I guess we can go get the hammer from Zane and break the case.” In for a penny, in for a pound.
    But Remy simply stared at the phallic statue for a moment longer and then burst into tears.
    I stared at her. “Remy? You okay?”
    “Ethan,” she sobbed.
    I looked at the stone penis, then back to her. I was going to regret asking. I just knew I was going to regret asking. “What do you mean, Ethan?”
    “I miss him,” she wailed. “He’s gone. I sent him away.”
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    When Sucks were depressed, lonely, or fatigued, there was one surefire way to make us feel better—food. We slid into booths at the local Pancake House and ordered stacks of pancakes in every flavor they carried. Zane sat in the booth next to me, ashtray and a cup of coffee parked in front of him. As Remy wept into her napkin across from me, he couldn’t hide his annoyance.
    “This is a nightmare,” she cried for the eight hundredth time in the past ten minutes. She pulled another wad of napkins from the dispenser and blew her nose noisily.
    I looked over at Zane, who shrugged.
    “What’s a nightmare, Remy?”
    She only shook her head and wept. “Oh, Ethan. I miss you already.”
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    Zane sighed, as if his patience were severely tested by my friend. He reached over and tugged the clip holding my bun, and my hair fell free, spilling over my shoulders. His fingers played with the ends of my red hair, as if he couldn’t resist the opportunity to touch me. “I suppose it’s too much to hope that he’s come to his senses and left for greener pastures.”
    I looked over at Remy, confused. “Uh, Remy? I didn’t even know Ethan was gone? We just left him back at the house. Did you guys somehow have a fight between now and then?”
    “I sent him away,” she sobbed. “It’s time.”
    “Time to break up?” I ventured. Sure, Ethan was the longest she’d held a man since I’d known her. I was pretty sure three months was a record for Remy. She liked her men hung, malleable, and kind of stupid. And while Ethan wasn’t stupid—just naïve—I was guessing he fit her other criteria. They’d seemed pretty happy together, too. Remy gave all kinds of orders, and Ethan? Well, Ethan took them. He waited on her like an oversized, adoring maid, ready and willing to serve. It was weird to see the warrior waiting hand and foot on her, but he worshipped Remy, and he was good for her. He sure wouldn’t have instigated the breakup. “Did something happen?”
    “2011, that’s what happened,” she said, looking on the verge of tears again.
    I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
    The waitress set stacks of pancakes on our table and Remy sighed, digging her fork into a stack. We paused our conversation while the waitress hovered, refilling coffee cups. I took a few bites of my food, hoping she’d go away. She seemed to want to linger, though. She filled Zane’s coffee cup extra slow and smiled over at him. I watched her hip twitch out to the side and then she handed him back the mug with a wink.
    All right, then. Bitch was not getting a tip. I glared up at her.
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    But Zane only toyed with a lock of my hair, his gaze intent on me.
    The woman sauntered away, rolling her hips as she walked. Though I was gratified that Zane hadn’t given her a bit of attention, I still shrugged my shoulders a little, tilting my head so he’d get a good look at my bare neck. That would drive him crazy with lust until we could be alone again.
    I liked driving him crazy with lust.
    Remy shoved a mouthful of pancake into her mouth and sniffed loudly. When the
    waitress finally left, I leaned forward.