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“Why is that?”

“Oh, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands when I get home. My contract is up for renewal, and the boss gave me the impression it might not be. So, any experiences I have here might end up in some racy novel I write.”

“Really?” He grinned, but his friend stole her attention with a finger on her chin.

“Why do you think you will be unemployed soon? Is your boss unreasonable?”

“Oh, please don’t worry about it.” She laughed again. “I mean, honestly, I’m not even sure I want to return to that school. My boss was not really unreasonable about work, but he was kind of a jerk.”

“How so?” Both men seemed to say in unison.

Ginger blinked at one, then turned to the other, offering a small smile. She shook her head. Their eyes had taken on a predatory gleam, and for some reason she wanted to soothe them both.

“Oh, I don’t want to talk about him.” She scrunched her nose, wetting her lips with her tongue.

The larger man with the temptingly tousled, dark hair seemed to follow the movement intently. She felt her cheeks heat, and her pulse race. Maybe she was just hormonal. But she said she wanted an adventure this trip. Could they be it?

Easy girl, she told herself. They might just be teasing. A little harmless flirting. No reason to get all excited about it.

“You look like you’d be wonderful at anything you tried to do. Teaching, writing, anything at all,” Mr. green-eyes said.

“Yes,” his friend nodded, “and if you give me the name of your boss, I’ll make sure he knows that.”

He was so intense. She sighed. He raised one eyebrow in question, earning him a giggle from Ginger, and a glare from his friend. They were just so dang hot. She couldn’t help it. What was going on? Why were they talking to her for so long? Surely, they had other plans.

And then there were her sisters, but a quick look around, and she’d spotted them both. Engaged in conversations with strikingly good-looking men themselves. Hmm. Good for them. She smiled. Maybe they’d all be able to scratch one off the bucket list this trip.

That was crass, she admitted to herself, but so what? Women were just like men in their wants and needs. Why should it embarrass her?

Sex was a big part of life, and it was important in any romantic relationship. The Freeman sisters had clearly missed that aspect of life if their little catch-up chat before they headed out tonight was anything to go by. It was comforting to know she wasn’t the only one left high and dry by the men in her life, but she wanted them all to be happy. They deserved it.

“So, it’s been a long dry spell for us all,” Sage had said. “I vote we all make a plan now to go out and have the best vacation ever. I mean, we got this upgrade for a reason. It’s kismet! Maybe we will get lucky.”

“Yassssss!” Ani yelled enthusiastically, but then again, she’d already had three Cosmos.

“Yes, and no pussy-blocking! You with me?”

“Pussy-blocking?” Ginger frowned.

“Yeah, we don’t have cocks so it’s pussy-blocking, you know, if we get in each other’s way of doing the down and dirty with some sexy cabana boys,” Ani explained.

“Was that plural little Miss Anise?” Ginger mock exclaimed.

“You know it! I seriously need some male comfort.” She grinned, and Ginger shook her head. But on the inside, she was right there with her sister. Something about Moongate Island had her sexual awareness levels on high alert. Like she was looking for something or someone, maybe multiple someones, to set her aflame.

“Just remember, text and let everyone know you are safe if you hook up tonight,” Sage said, and they all nodded in agreement.

“Would you like to try some of this?” one of her companions’ voices jostled her to the present.

Ginger looked up into emerald eyes and blushed. The appearance of a plate interrupted her somewhat inappropriate thoughts. And why not? There was no denying she liked food. If she was going to have even a hint of a closer acquaintance with one of the two gorgeous men, she should at least let them know what they’d be getting, even if only for one night. And that was her. As is.

No refunds, returns, or exchanges.

“Thanks.” She stole an olive from the dish, and a cube of cheese.

“Good?”

“Yes, thanks.” She looked at the offerings he presented to her next.

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