nibble on. “So what’s up?”
“I’ll wait ’til Callie gets here. I don’t want to have to say this twice.”
Blair arched a perfectly shaped auburn brow. “Really. That good?”
“That . . . interesting.” She took a long swallow of the margarita, wincing at the tequila burn. Her eyes watered, and she munched on a chip to soak up the alcohol.
Drumming her long nails on the lacquered tabletop, Blair said, “You’re killing me here, Abby. You know I hate waiting. Give me a hint.”
“Uh-uh. We’re waiting for Callie.”
“Who’s late, but here. Sorry. Scoot over, Blair.” Callie slid into Blair’s side of the booth and grinned at Abby. “Casey was sick today, and she normally covers lunch, so I had to wait for Jolene to come in.”
“We could have rescheduled, Callie,” Abby said. “Your shop is important. You didn’t need to leave.”
Callie raised her hand to signal the bartender for a margarita, then turned back to Abby. “Are you kidding? You’re important. When one of the ABCs calls a powwow, it’s serious business.”
“You got that right, honey,” Blair said. “I canceled a bikini wax for you.”
Abby rolled her eyes but grinned as she looked at Blair and Callie. Complete opposites, those two. Blair with all her flash and beautiful mane of auburn hair, Callie with her gorgeous mocha skin and raven hair. One all style, the other soft and subtle. Blair was an interior decorator and Callie owned a coffee shop. Her two best friends for the past twenty-eight years. Where would she be without them? Since kindergarten they’d been known as the ABCs—inseparable, sharing every joy, every pain, and every secret, and giving advice when needed. Right now she really needed it.
“I have a problem.”
“Figured that,” Blair said. “So spill it.”
After a couple long swallows of her margarita for courage, she said, “You know the vets I work for?”
“Mike Nottingham and Seth Jacobs,” Callie said.
“Aka Hot Stuff and Hotter Stuff,” Blair added.
Abby nearly spewed her drink and launched into a coughing fit that brought tears to her eyes. Callie left her side of the booth and hurried over to Abby, patting her on the back until she could breathe again.
“You okay, honey?” she asked.
Abby nodded and used her napkin to clean up the mess on her face. “Fine,” she croaked. “Jesus, Blair, give a girl some warning next time.”
Blair quirked a brow. “What did I do?”
“Never mind.” How was she ever going to get this out?
“Well?” Blair asked, once again tapping her nails.
“Okay.” Taking a deep breath, Abby said, “I can’t believe this happened, but they asked me out. Sort of.”
“They asked you out,” Blair repeated. The tapping stopped.
Callie moved back to the other side of the booth to grab her margarita and take a drink, her amber eyes wide as saucers. “Both of them?”
“At the same time?” Blair clarified.
“Yeah. Sort of. I think. I’m not really sure, but yeah, I really do think they did.” She drained her margarita this time, then signaled the waitress for another round.
“When? How? I want a play-by-play of every word,” Blair demanded, her eyes glittering with excitement.
Grateful for the noisy atmosphere and blaring music, Abby gave them a recap of her bizarre conversation with Mike and Seth.
“Holy shit,” Callie said when Abby finished. “Girl, you might as well go buy a lottery ticket, because your ship has come in.”
Abby shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s beyond bizarre. I mean, I wasn’t even aware of their interest.”
“How the hell could you be unaware that two hot men wanted in your panties?” Blair asked, leaning back when the waitress brought another round of ’ritas. “Honey, that’s every woman’s dream.”
“Not mine.” Abby picked up a drink and sipped. She really needed cocktails and lots of them. This had been one hell of a week. It had been one hell of a two-year period, actually. The past couple days had just been the topper. A pretty good topper.
“Bullshit. Two guys, two prominent, rich, successful, hot-as-hell and sexy-enough-to-melt-your-clothes-off guys tell you they want to take you out. And by ‘take you out,’ honey, they mean they want to undress you, lick you all over, and fuck you until your brains ooze out your ears. And you’re telling me that’s not something you fantasize about when you’re patting the ol’ pussy?”
Leave it to Blair to give it to her in graphic detail. “Okay, maybe I have fantasized about being screwed by more than one man. But that’s fantasy. And beside the point, since Mike and Seth didn’t say anything about a threesome