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Kyle saved her work and closed her computer.

“Is it crazy?”

“Iswhatcrazy?”

“Melinda and me.”

“No, you look good together. Why would it be crazy?”

“Because I don’t live here. I’m leaving. She’s staying.”

“Oh, that.” Jolie stood up and ran her hands over her face. “Do you want to see what could happen?”

“I don’t know. We have fun together, and we kind of flirted a little last night before you interrupted us.”

“Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.” Jolie was stretching now. “Maybe you should just ask her out and see what happens.”

“Ask her out? Just like that?”

“Sure. Why not?” Jolie replied. “Look at it this way: if she says no, you’re going home, anyway, and you won’t see her again, so it’s not embarrassing or anything.”

“And if she says yes?”

“Maybe you’ll get laid while you’re on vacation. Lord knowsIhaven’t had any luck.”

“You’ve been hanging out with women the whole timeyou’ve been here,” Kyle pointed out.

“Yes, trying to meet men,” Jolie replied. “Or, one man, really. Preferably, one that could give me a decent orgasm.”

“Well, I’m not trying to just get laid,” she said.

“I know. You like her. Just ask her out, Kyle. If she says yes, you go out on a real date like a grown-up, and you see what happens. Maybe you’ll get a goodnight kiss or something. Who knows? A lot can be said about a make-out session and some under-the-bra action.”

Kyle rolled her eyes in response as her sister walked into the bathroom to take her shower. Then, she opened her laptop and got back to work, but she couldn’t stop thinking about that possible under-the-bra action with Melinda if she asked her out and Melinda said yes.

CHAPTER 12

“So, you’re into the woman Bridgette saw first?” Jill asked.

“I’m letting it go,” Bridgette said.

“Hey,” Melinda replied, chuckling. “I’m not into her.”

“Yes, you are. It’s obvious.”

“Why wasn’tIinvited to this little night out where it was, apparently, easy to see that you were mooning over a tourist?” Jill asked.

“It wasn’t supposed to be a night out. I was just giving a tour, and Kyle asked me to go for a drink. When Bridgette texted, asking what I was doing, I didn’t want to lie, so I told her, and she showed up. Suddenly, Kyle’s sister is asking us to go to the casino with her and a few friends, we’re having a big booth, Kyle has her arm around me, and I’m having a beer and leaning into her so I can hear her over the sound of the women who were drinking too much and trying to sing along with the music playing in the bar.”

“She had her arm around you?” Jill asked.

“And she’s not into her,” Bridgette teased.

“She’s not staying here,” Melinda stated the obvious. “So, I’m not going to start something with someone who lives hundreds or maybe thousands of miles away from me.”

“But no one’s saying it has to be some epic love story,” Jill suggested. “Why not just have some fun while she’s here?”

“Have you met me?” She laughed. “I don’t just have fun with someone. I’m the reason the lesbian stereotype exists about moving in on the third date.”

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