Blurb
When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.
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Excerpt
“Fran told me you’ve got a new job,” Jake said, strolling over to the glass doors and gazed out at the glittering Strip. “This apartment’s pretty fancy, too. Great view!”
“Life’s been good to us lately,” Annie said. “Anyway, we’re really delighted you could join us. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” She glanced around. “Don’t you have any luggage?”
“The airline lost it,” Francesca replied with a pout. “How they managed that, on a non-stop flight, I have no idea. They think it’ll show up tomorrow.”
“Well, never mind. We’re about the same size. You can borrow my clothes,” said Annie. And if things go the way I hope this weekend, you won’t need much in the way of clothing. Across the room, she caught Ted’s eye. He still looked nervous. Relax, love, she broadcast, blowing him a kiss. Relax and enjoy.
She turned her attention back to her guests. “Let’s sit on the balcony. Then you can really appreciate the view.”
Fran and Jake followed her through the sliding door. Ted brought up the rear. The condo faced east, away from the noise of Interstate 15. Now that the sun had set, the dry air was pleasantly cool. A light breeze off the desert stirred Annie’s curls.
The lights seemed much brighter and closer when they were outside. Franny hung on the rail, surveying the sparkling panorama. “Wow! There’s Caesar’s Palace! And Bellagio… And Jake, look, there’s the Desert Breeze!”
“Famous as the venue for the fashionable Torelli-Williams wedding,” commented Jake, slipping his arm around his wife’s waist.
“Can’t see the Holiday House, though,” countered Fran, leaning towards him for a quick kiss. “Site of the notorious O’Reilly-Thomas nuptials.”
Annie chuckled. “I’ll be out in a minute with wine and snacks. Unless you’d rather have beer.”
“Beer for me, Annie-Belle,” Jake said.
Annie stiffened slightly. Nobody but Ted and her brother called her that.
“Okay. Franny?”
“Red wine, please.”
“Me too,” said Ted. He still sounded odd. What was up with him?
When she returned with the refreshments five minutes later, the tension had thickened. Fran sat on the padded bench to the left of the door, still drinking in the view. Jake and Ted lounged in two chairs on the right, separated by a small table, carefully avoiding each other’s eyes. The only sound was the distant honk of cars on the Strip.
Annie set her tray down on the table and handed out drinks. Guess we’re all a bit nervous, she admitted to herself. We all know what we want. We’re just not sure how to start.
Ted and Jake eagerly helped themselves to canapés, as if glad to have something to do with their hands. Meanwhile, Fran patted the empty spot beside her. “Sit with me, Annie.”
Cradling her wine glass, Annie settled down next to her friend. She sipped her wine. Now what?
Fran sidled closer, until their hips touched. “It’s so lovely here,” she murmured. “Thanks so much for inviting us.” She placed her palm above Annie’s knee, casually, almost as if the gesture were unconscious. The warmth of her touch easily penetrated the thin fabric of Annie’s skirt, making her shiver with arousal
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