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“Why, yes. Yes, I am.”

“Drink up, girls. We have another bottle to finish and toasts to be made,” Sierra said.

“And men to devour,” Cara added.

“It’s your turn, Cara,” I told her. “Come on. Are you interested in being tied up and tossed in a trunk?” I teased, the thought bringing me another series of shivers.

“Oh, my. That sounds wicked as hell,” Sierra cooed. She jerked up, heading toward the cooler she’d dragged out of her tent.

“Well, let’s see,” Cara started. “What if I told you I’d already done that?”

“You have not!” I exclaimed, pushing her with my hand. “Confess. Have you really?”

Cara laughed then gave me a heated look. “If I told you then I’d have to kill you.”

“She is such a horrible tease,” Janie huffed. “If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll be forced to give away all your dark secrets.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Cara cooed, and it made me wonder what I’d been missing.

The popping sound as Sierra released the cork sent a strange wave into my system. A little hint of fear.

She raced over while the bubbly was still fizzing down the side of the bottle. “Give me your glasses. Go, Cara. We need to hear details.”

“Fine. Twist my arm. Well, one night Tyler surprised me,” Cara started. “He’s a very kinky guy.”

Tyler, the model most likely to give me the creeps. Yeah, he was drop dead gorgeous, but he had crazy eyes. Maybe we all had little secrets we’d kept from each other, mine being her boyfriend had roaming eyes.

And hands.

Which is why I couldn’t stand to be around the jerk. Or hear any stories about him for that matter.

While she told the sex story in vivid details, not leaving anything to the imagination, I shifted my attention back to the forest surrounding us. I glanced from one side to the other. There was no one there, or so I hoped, but I could swear I felt someone still watching.

Forever watching.

Chills raced down my spine, almost like the girls were telling ghost stories instead of providing dirty little secrets.

One admittance turned into Janie’s then Sierra’s turn. By then I was a little turned off and I wasn’t entirely certain why. We’d drained the champagne and I hated to admit it that I was feeling a little tipsy.

“It’s time for bed, girls,” I said, ready to get up and fight my way to the fabulous tent.

It was another on cue moment, the crack I heard before immediately followed by three distinct howls coming from the trees. For some crazy reason, at that moment it felt as if the four of us had been tossed into the middle of that very horror movie I’d thought about more than once. I had to wonder which one of us would be the idiot running in the wrong direction, straight into the arms of the monster.

Sadly, I knew instantly I wasn’t so lucky to be in the middle of a bloodbath. The voices, even as animalistic howls, were too recognizable.

“What the hell?” Sierra jerked up but I already knew what to expect.

Their boyfriends were crashing our girls’ night out.

Once again, I’d be left all alone.

I hated myself when I felt a single tear. Sometimes I couldn’t stand my life.

CHAPTER 5

Styx

Beautiful.

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