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I took a sip of something that was distinctly lemon plus alcohol. Being raised religiously, I hadn’t taken my first drink until I was in my thirties, and I didn’t drink much now. But every once in a while, especially with friends I trusted, I liked to indulge a little. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little awed by seeing them in their dance clothes tonight.”
“I won’t deny that—they were adorable.” Carly conceded. “The thing is—they’re your problem at the end of the night, not mine.”
Daria laughed. “You’re so jaded.”
“And you love me anyway, bitch. Enough about kids. I want to know what turned Brooke to the dark side.” Carly looked at me.
I stared back, not comprehending. She wasn’t talking about mylessonswith Deacon and Adam, because no one knew about those. Unless it was actually obvious. Was there some sort of mark on me that saidI’ve gotten laid for the first time in more than a decade? No. “The dark side?”
“Wanting more books with spanking.Other things, I believe is how you put it.”
Daria leaned in, eyes wide. “Really. I thought you were content with keeping the details sparse and the sex vanilla.”
Was I blushing? I had to be with how hot my face was. “I got curious.”
“Just like that?” Carly asked.
“I might have had a little help.” Was I allowed to talk about this? Both women were familiar with casual sex—I’d heard Carly’s stories especially—so it didn’t seem like they’d judge me. But this wasn’t just my story.
Daria took a long swallow of her drink. “Spill. We need to know.”
“You don’t even have to share all the dirty details. Who is he? Did you get yourself a young stud or two like Daria has?” Carly set her bottle aside and leaned in, elbows on her knees.
I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was hearing my brother as ayoung stud. “It’s not like that.”
“Not like what?” Daria prodded.
“I just have a friend or two helping me figure out what dating might be like.” There. That was the truth. Mostly.
Daria made atsksound. “Which is why you’re blushing furiously. You can’t turn back now that you’ve opened up this forum of curiosity. We need information.”
I really did want to share withsomeone. “So, Deacon is giving me lessons in casual sex, and Adam may have been there a time or two as well.”
“A time or two implies more than two times. Wait. Deacon? With the…” Daria gestured at her arms.
I could guess what she meant. “The tattoos. Yes.”
“Give me your hands.” Carly held out both of hers.
We each did the same. She grabbed our wrists and licked our palms.
“The fuck?” Daria scrubbed her hand on her jeans.
I mimicked the gesture.
“The two of you obviously have some kind oftwo men at oncemojo. I need me some of that,” Carly said.
Except now I hadno menmojo, because one of them didn’t want more and the other was his best friend. Apparently there were different types of lonely, and sleeping with a man who only wanted sex was a type I didn’t care for at all.
I shook the thought aside. “You’re going back to Italy next month, aren’t you?” I asked Carly.
She wrinkled her nose. “No. I had to push Italy back, but I might be hitting up Birmingham.”
“You said Birmingham and not Buckingham, right? No castles in your near future?”
“Not for her.” Daria shook her head. “But maybe a few gators.”
We were still talking and joking a few hours later, when I heard a car in the driveway. It was too early for the kids to be back. Did I dare hope it was Adam? Would I send my friends away if it was? Screw that—he chose to walk out, he could come back to—
