I opened the door to see Jeff standing there in his white Speedo, a blue towel draped around his shoulders. “You got any coffee made?” He gave me his dazzling smile. Beads of water speckled his firm chest. “We’re out and I’m dying.”

“Come on in. There’s some in the kitchen,” I replied, standing aside to let him in. “Where’s Blair?” I asked as he took the last of the coffee.

“Do you mind if I make some more?” he asked, yawning. “Blair left for Palm Springs yesterday. His dad is being interviewed for one of those stupid magazines for a special on Father’s Day, and they’re doing a photo shoot, and they want Blair to be a part of it.” He dumped the wet grounds and refilled another coffee filter. He took a big drink from his mug and sighed in relief as the coffeemaker started brewing. “On my own this weekend.” He shook his head. “Was a shitty night at the bar last night—dead. I didn’t even get a hundred bucks.” He yawned again. “I don’t know why I bother sometimes. I’m completely exhausted, and for what? Maybe it’s time to stop dancing and get a real job.” He plopped down on the couch. “I could make more at Starbucks.”

“Would they let you work in a Speedo?” I teased, following him into the living room. “I’d certainly frequent that Starbucks if they did.”

He laughed. “I don’t think that would fly.” He peered at me. “How are you doing this morning?”

“I’ve been better.” I shrugged. “Last night was kind of rough, but I’m figuring it all out.” I grinned at him. “Some things have gone down, but I’m looking at it as an intellectual challenge.”

He set the mug down on the coffee table. “Listen, Jordy, I’ve got to tell you something.” He cleared his throat. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but this morning when I checked my e-mail—”

“You had a message from Bobby Dunlap with a video attachment,” I interrupted him. “When you clicked it open, it was a video of me having sex with someone in a steam room.”

“Oh, you know.” His body sagged a bit. “I’m so sorry, man. Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, actually, I am. I freaked out a little last night when I saw it, but what can I do?” I shrugged. “It’s already out there—Bobby sent it to the whole brotherhood. It’s embarrassing, but I’m okay with it. I’ll live, obviously.” I gave him a brittle grin. “Hey, it might even get me laid. It’s a good advertisement.”

Jeff laughed. “Well, you’ve certainly got a great attitude about it. It’s weird, you know, I made porn when I was a junior active, and the brothers found out about it. It was just that one weekend, but—” He sighed. “At least things have changed around the house since then. I was almost expelled from the house.”

“Seriously?” I hadn’t thought about that. I closed my eyes for a second and fought down the panic. Remember, you’ve got an ace in the hole. “You think maybe that’s why Bobby sent it around? To get me blackballed?”

Jeff’s eyes widened. “Oh, God, I didn’t think of that.” He shook his head, drops of water flying. “I don’t think that’s Bobby’s style. He’s a gossip—and he probably didn’t think about that.” He frowned. “If enough brothers complain, though—yeah, they could try. Conduct unbecoming a Beta Kappa, which is a fine line, you know. Being gay’s not a problem anymore—that’s why they tried to get rid of me, which forced the issue. Fortunately, the brothers decided to make the house open to gays. But yeah, it’s a possibility.”

“I’m not worried about it.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Jeff. Trust me, I have the entire thing under control.” I waved a hand. “I’m not worried.” My phone rang. I saw who it was and smiled. I held up a finger. “I need to take this. Give me a second, okay?” I walked out onto the balcony. “Hello?” As I listened, my smile grew. “Excellent,” I said. “Absolutely excellent. Go for it.” I hung up just as my phone chirped. It was a text from Chris: Hey, I need to talk to you before Big Brother Night. Can you come by my office around six?

See you then, I replied. I walked back into the living room. “I just got a text from Chris—he wants me to come by his office at six.”

“Uh-oh.” He frowned. “That’s not good.”

“Don’t worry.” I put my phone down. “I’m not.”

“Well, call me and let me know how it goes. You sure you’re okay?”

“I swear.”

“Cool.” He got up and gave me a hug. “If you need to talk . . .”

“I’ll call you.” I squeezed him back. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of before I meet with Chris.”

“Can I take another cup of coffee?”

I nodded. After the door shut behind him, I checked my watch. It was almost one. I retrieved my phone from the study and checked it. Dante hadn’t answered my text.

Maybe he’s just busy. Yeah, right.

I didn’t have time to deal with Dante today.

I walked out to the car and drove over to Body Quest.

The parking lot was practically empty, so I parked close to the front door. I walked in and smiled at the guy working at the front desk as I approached. “Hi,” I said as he smirked back at me. I’d been right. I’d seen him before—at Fusions. He was short, maybe about five seven, with red hair and freckles. I’d always thought he was kind of hot—had even thought about hitting on him once or twice. Now, I was glad I never had. “Hi,” I said. “Is Rosemary in?”

He nodded. “She’s in her office.”

I glanced at his name tag. “Thanks, Robby.”

I walked back to the office. Before I stuck my head in the door, I checked. The room behind Rosemary’s office lined up with the steam room. I rapped on the door as I entered. “Rosemary, can I speak to you?”

She looked up. She was maybe about five feet tall and was of Hispanic descent. Her hair was a mop of disheveled curls, and she was about twenty or thirty pounds overweight. She never wore makeup and had an abrupt, unfriendly manner. I’d never liked her—she was kind of a rude bitch, which was going to make this even more fun.

Her eyes narrowed. “Ah, yes. Jordan Valentine. I’ve been meaning to call you. Would you mind shutting the door?”

“Not at all.” I slammed it and sat down in a chair in front of her desk.

She cleared her throat. “It has come to my attention you’ve engaged in conduct on the property that is unacceptable, and I’m afraid I am going to have to cancel your gym membership.” She tapped a pencil on her desk. “You’ve been a really good member, and I’m sorry that it’s come to this.”

“And you’ve already fired Jay?”

“I’m afraid so.” She bit her lower lip.

“And just how did you find out? About our conduct?”

She flushed. “I was e-mailed a video of—what you two did in the steam room. Obviously, I have no choice in this matter.” She passed an envelope across her desk. “You’d paid for a year’s membership in advance, and you’d also paid for three more months of training sessions with Jay. I’ve written you a check for the money you paid. I didn’t have to do that—your conduct violated the membership agreement you signed, and so you were entitled to no refund. But I want this to be as amicable as possible.”

I kept smiling. “I have absolutely no desire to make this amicable, madam.”

Her face turned a darker hue of red. “You have no choice in this.”

“On the contrary, I actually hold all the cards here.” I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on her desk. “Someone with a more curious mind, madam, might have wondered a bit about that video and how it was shot. Do you honestly believe that Jay and I are both so fucking stupid we would have sex in the steam room with someone else in there recording us?” I gestured to the door at the back of her office. “Where does that door lead?”

“The storeroom. Kindly remove your feet from my desk.”

“There is obviously a peephole in the wall the storeroom and steam room share.” I left my feet on her desk. “I’m sure the rest of the membership of Body Quest would be fascinated to find out about that.”