Chapter 3

An almost shy giggle followed Kat’s request, then some filthy words strung together with medal-worthy skill, considering English was the dirty-talker’s second language.

“You sing your national anthem with that mouth?”

“Oui.” The mouth in question touched the one that asked it. “But kissing is better than talking, no?”

Grabbing handfuls of hair, gasps, and grunts took the place of words as Kat and her lover lost themselves in carnal endeavors. “Oh Canada!”

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Ben rapped on the door, then walked in, as was customary. The Athletes’ Village rooms looked like any college dorm—basic white and gray, with faux wood furnishings from Ikea or some store just like it. “Your bed looks like the wrestling team practiced on it,” he said upon entering. “I’m assuming Tanya was here.”

“Jealous?”

“I’m gay.”

“No kidding.” Kat tightened the belt on her powder blue bathrobe. “Me, too.”