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ASHLYN

“Remind me why this is a good idea,” I whisper to Juliette and glance back at my date. Dr. Travis Mitchell should check off all the boxes. He’s handsome, well-mannered, employed, and well... is it sad there’s only three boxes?

Sexy should be a box.

Capable of giving multiple orgasms ... nowthatshould definitely be a box.

A big one.

I snicker to myself at that thought.

She taps her glass to mine and smiles as if she’s reading my mind. “Because there are some things even the best vibrators just can’t do. You need to start dipping your toes in the water if you ever want to get wet again, Ashlyn.”

I snort and feel my wine burn my nose as it goes down the wrong way. “Jesus Christ, Juliette. Could you at least lower your voice?” I should be used to this. Jules says whatever she wants, whenever she wants.

The two of us stand by the bar while her husband, Becket, and Travis chat with some of the Kings players here tonight. The team and the family are being recognized by the mayor for our contributions to the city, putting us front and center in the ballroom of this beautiful, historic hotel.

“Oh, please. He’s a hot pediatric neurologist. I mean, seriously, the man saves kids for a living, and he’s gorgeous. How can you not be interested in him?”

“I don’t know.” I grab a bacon-wrapped scallop from the tray of a passing waiter and pop it in my mouth, buying myself a minute to come up with an answer.

Yum. That’s good.

Eventually, I admit, “There’s no spark.”

Scarlet joins Jules and me and orders a martini before she turns around to see what we’re looking at. “Wait... no spark between you and the hot doc? Is that what I just heard?”

Why does someone always have to hear?

“You heard right. Ashlyn finally let me fix her up, and she’s here talking to me instead of letting the hot doc bang the hell out of her in the fancy bathroom.” She inches closer to me. “There’s a couch in there... I’m just saying. It could be classy bathroom sex.”

“Okay,” Scarlet shakes her head and points her olive pick at Jules. “First of all, there’s no such thing as classy bathroom sex.”

“You’ve had sex in a closet,” Jules snaps back, and Scarlet grins.

“I have. And let me tell you, the orgasm was incredible, but there was nothing classy about the smell of the mop and bucket I was leaning over.”

I politely thank the bartender for my next glass of wine. “Please stop. I’m begging you both.” Another waiter passes by.

Ohh... crab puffs.

Lenny and her husband, Sebastian, join us, and I cringe. “How are we doing tonight, ladies?” Bash asks.

Jules looks at her best friend. “Have you ever had classy sex in a bathroom?”

“No,” Len answers at the same time Bash says, “Yes.”

She looks at her husband and shoves his chest. “You had better be talking about that time with me. And if you are, there was nothing classy about it. I was sticky for hours afterward.”

“Of course I’m talking about you, Len.” He drops a kiss to the top of her head. “And you’ll always be a class act to me.”

“Oh, whatever,” Jules moans. “Just go bang the doc in the bathroom, then report back.”

I close my eyes and wish the ground would swallow me whole.

“Juliette,” Scarlet snaps and waits for Jules to look at her. “Are you aware that you’ve set Ashlyn up with a man who’s only interested in men?”

Lenny barks out a laugh, then slaps her hand over her mouth.

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