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Maybe it was the idea of getting married that was making her reckless and fired her need to do something epic and outrageous. Her life was going to change, no matter what.
“Well, I need one big hurrah before I have to start acting like a married woman,” she said, hands on her hips as she blew a couple of stray locks out of her eyes.
“If you say yes,” Amanda reminded her.
She nodded, knowing it was a done deal already. “But what?” she asked, more to herself than to Amanda.
Her internal thoughts were interrupted when the door to her bedroom swung open, and in stepped Jenna Broth, her other best friend in the whole wide world, who raced across the room, dove onto Finley’s bed, and pulled the covers up to her chin.
“What’s up with her?” Finley asked as Jenna continued to take theatrical breaths.
“She spotted a McCoy,” Amanda said, trying hard to keep the grin off her face.
“ArealMcCoy,” Jenna clarified. “He’s so dreamy. And tall and big and oh my word!” She sat up and clutched her heart, then fanned her face dramatically.
“More like big and scary,” Amanda retorted.
Finley giggled, grateful for the diversion of her friends’ banter.
“He came into the coffee shop and actually spoke to me,” Jenna said, rather wistfully for someone prostrate with terror. “I nearly died.”
“Umm... I was there. He grunted at you,” Amanda said.
“He smiled at me.”
“He growled at you because you were holding onto his coffee, staring at him like an idiot.”
“Well, I was distracted by him, okay? Besides, I think he has Dominant vibes written all over him.”
“He...” Amanda paused, then shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t come up with a suitable counterclaim to Jenna. That was a first for Amanda. “You have your own Dom. Stop ogling others,” she said to Jenna instead.
The three of them couldn’t be more different.
Finley was obsessed with couture, always at the forefront of the latest styles when she wasn’t setting them. Recently, she had decided to go back to her natural chocolate-colored hair instead of the blonde she had been in her carefree school days and had grown it out long enough to flip over her shoulder for dramatic emphasis. She had a degree in arts and literature she wasn’t quite sure what to do with, but on one point, her future was quite clear: she was determined never to fall in love.
Amanda and Jenna had both voiced their concern regarding her no-love declaration, but that was just because they couldn’t fully understand how petrified she was of having her heart broken.
Amanda lived in sneakers, and oversized shirts and hid her pixie-cut hair under a fedora. She was a computer whiz and had a friends-with-benefits situation going on. She and Arnie had been going at it for years now.
Finley and Jenna couldn’t understand why they insisted they weren’t exclusive when they were precisely that.
Jenna wore bows in her red hair, knee-high lace socks, and plaid skirts. She had a master’s degree in economics and chose to run her mother’s coffee shop here in Cedar Bee. She used to live in the land of romance novels while looking out for her own dream Dom to sweep her off her feet straight into his lap for a spanking. Until she found an exact human replica of him, now she and Adam were happily engaged.
Finley and Amanda believed the reality of getting a spanking did not live up to the glamorized way Jenna described it. Oh, Jenna had shown them the red streaks across her butt thanks to Adam’s belt, and they had both winced at the thought of sitting on a backside punished to that shade of red. That was a hard no for Finley.
“See? You agree with me,” Jenna squealed. “I’m so right. He totally has that big overprotective, possessive aura down. Also, I can fangirl all I want. And yes, I’ll confess to Adam, and yes, he’ll punish me,” she said with a little too much glee radiating from her face. “But you know what, there’s a whole freaking legend about the McCoys and their schlongs? Did you know that? Now I’m wondering if Jagger McCoy’s wood is as big as the legend says it is.”
Schlongs?Seriously?
