"Jazz called from the kitchen. "Breakfast!"Joi stopped. She stood.Kinny said, "Hey!" Priorities, child. She made pancakes."Kinny groaned."Wait 'til yo... taste them."Kinny looked around for his specs.Joi shook her finger at him. "That would be cheating." You want me to walk in there like this."The pancakes were excellent. The syrup was better. The three of themfinished 'breakfast' on the bed upstairs. It involved a sticky mess.And sex in the shower upstairs, with all the doors. Maybe ‘yes, boss’ at work, but it’s clear that you’re both dramatically different types of men. What I said before is true, papi. I need both of you, both types of men. I need your soft, loving, romantic, vanilla, sometimes okay, maybe a little submissive ... but as I said before, mostly vanilla ... I need that rom-com leading man type. That’s you. You’re Ryan Reynolds or Steve Carell or Adam Sandler or Nicolas Cage. That’s so you.“Then there’s Damien, who supplies the bad-ass motherfucker type. She was giggling so hard she could hardly breathe but kept a firm hold of my neck as she planted rows of kisses up my jaw.“You’re crazy and I love you! For three weeks, I’ve felt like we were the same age and now I’m a cradle-robber again,” she laughed.“I’m going to rock your cradle,” I said, carrying her to the bed. “And if I can, I’ll rock your world.”“Big talk for a guy who still has his clothes on!” she said. She rolled away from me and began stripping off her clothing as quickly as. And Karen, since Don is gone, you can sleep with me in our room. I changed the sheets." Angie concluded with a wink and a smile."Just like old times, huh, sis?" Karen winked back."Absolutely. Wouldn't have it any other way." Angie turned to the rest of the gang. "I hope your mother told you about the pool Don installed a couple of years ago. It isn't huge, but you should be able to enjoy it. The Arizona climate makes it a year around treat. Hopefully you packed your swim suits and you can go.