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And…

Whoa.

Suddenly I feel like I should call Emily. Then again, what the hell does Emily know? Does she really seem like the sort of person I should call up if I have questions about a little sex?

Just thinking the words makes me shiver.

It seems so naughty! So forbidden.

No, obviously, I’ve never tried it. In high school, I remember a couple of girls talking about it. I remember a bunch of guys bragging about it, but I sort of doubt they had really done it. They just needed to brag about it. Based on the expression on the girls’ faces, it didn’t seem like a whole lot of them had gone through with it.

But there was this one girl, Amanda, who said she loved it. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head when she talked about it.

I can still remember the white tips of her fingers as she dug her nails into the top of the cafeteria lunch table. She said it was marvelous. Like nothing else.

Are they going to want to?

Then again, what if they don’t want to?

And what if I do?

I don’t know, do I?

I put my hands on my hips and stare myself. Well, why wouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I do it?

Just thinking about all the possibilities has set my muscles to quivering. How am I supposed to make it to the rest of the day?

I need to think about something else.

I get out of the bathroom and force myself to get dressed. I think that tonight will be a late night for the guys, so I can have the kids eat dinner and off to bed. Just make everything ready for the date. I can do that.

I pick out a dusty-rose-and-cream-striped dress that ties just under my boobs. Panties? Who needs them?

Just in case there is any doubt left about whether or not I’m going to be the woman who goes with them to Ireland, let’s make this whole thing definitive.

Chapter 14

AMBROSE

Harrison has been trying to convince us to expand our construction business for a long time. Little by little, it seems like we add a crew of two guys to this job, three guys to that job, maybe a new truck here and there. There’s always more equipment, so we had to get a garage.

There were too many phone calls coming in, so we had to get an office. And an office manager. And a scheduler to manage all the new guys. It adds up.

But he wasn’t wrong. I guess that’s the nicest thing I can say. The scheduler, Chuck, congratulated me on the Ireland trip this morning. He showed me the schedule for all our existing jobs, and a nice chart that had staff for all of them.

There are even a couple of extra guys on call in case somebody does something stupid like break an arm or something.

Actually, what usually happens is they will go off on a bender for a few days. Injuries are actually pretty rare. Getting arrested is more common.

So, with Chuck out of the way, I did my proper manager job and got in the big truck to drive from job to job and look important. Everybody’s busy. Everything is on schedule.

It’s a goddamn miracle.

Without a whole lot to do, my thoughts keep turning back to Jolene. I find myself wondering what she’s doing today.

She’s doing the same thing she is always doing, dummy.

But, like, what is she wearing? What is she going to wear… tonight?

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