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nights she’d spent sitting at home while Chad was out fucking the latest skirt. He sure as hell hadn’t been discriminating. And for the past several years Abby had worked her ass off while her libido had been wasting away, unattended.

She needed a fuck. And an orgasm or several hundred.

“I’m in.”

Callie arched a brow. “Well if you’re in, then I’m in.”

Blair rolled her eyes. “’Bout damn time. I was beginning to think I was going to have to buy purple hats and a bridge club membership. Christ, you two. You had me worried.”

Abby laughed. “Not quite yet. I’m primed, and I’m ready.”

“Good thing, Miss Abby. Because you’re up first and this weekend,” Blair said with a sly grin.

Abby’s laugh died. “Me? First?”

“Oh yeah,” Callie said. “And I think we already know who, too.”

“Oh shit. I think I do, too.” She’d walked right into this and had a feeling she’d just been set up. Her cheeks flamed hot with the thought of what she’d just agreed to do. Theory was one thing, reality another entirely. Could she do this? Could she cast aside the old Abby Lawson and grab what was right in front of her?

“And not just one guy, either. You’ve hit the mother lode, Abby. You get to fuck both Mike Nottingham and Seth Jacobs.”

“Both? Oh, no way. That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“Too bad. They both want you, right? You said they were both interested. Yours is actually the easiest. These guys are already primed and ready for you.”

“In dating me, not fucking me. At least I think that’s what they want. Oh hell, I don’t know.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at them both. “Help!”

“We are helping you, honey,” Blair said. “They want you. It’s obvious.”

“Not to me it isn’t.”

“That’s why you have us,” Callie said. “To help you with your sex problems.”

Abby glared at her. “So not funny. I have a serious sex problem now. Like how the hell I’m going to approach them. What am I going to say?”

“Start by accepting their offer to party down at the country club this weekend,” Blair suggested. “We’ll figure out the rest before then.”

“We’ll.” Abby was always a little afraid when Blair spoke in terms of “we.” Nevertheless, she’d agreed, and now she had to tell Mike and Seth that she was amenable to a little celebration Saturday night.

Now how was she going to turn a little dancing and drinking at the country club into a full-blown ménage à trois?

“So what happens if someone doesn’t go through with the bet?” Abby asked.

Blair looked at the ceiling for a minute, then back at them with an evil grin. “All-expense-paid trip to Vegas for a weekend for all three of us.”

Callie whistled. “That’s a big bite to the budget.”

“You said it,” Abby said. “I don’t want to lose.”

“Me, either,” Callie said.

“Then you’ll go through with it. We all will. Game on, ladies,” Blair said.

Abby took a deep breath. The bet was on.

three

Abby turned off the living room light and strolled to the kitchen. She prepared the coffeemaker for the morning, inhaling the aroma of fresh coffee grounds. A cup right now sounded really good. Caffeine was a bad, bad idea this late, though.

Not only would she be performing surgery tomorrow, she’d also have to figure out how to tell Mike and Seth that she was agreeable to their little celebration. And somehow, someway, have to come up with an idea to maneuver them into a threesome before the weekend was over.

Damn Blair and her bets.

She shook her head, flipped off the kitchen light, and grabbed her glass of water, heading down the dark hallway into her bedroom. Her margarita buzz from earlier had mellowed, leaving behind a nice, relaxed state that was perfect for sleep. She stripped and slid under the cool sheets; the night was too warm for the quilt.

But instead of falling into an immediate sleep, she stared out the window at the three-quarter moon, which seemed to be perched on top of a tall oak tree, its silvery glow nearly blinding her.

Shit.

Why couldn’t she sleep? She was calm, relaxed, over-margaritaed. She should be passed out by now. Instead, she was wide-awake and agitated.

And lack of consciousness was essential, dammit. The last thing she needed was to fall asleep in the operating room tomorrow morning. After all the praise from Mike and Seth this morning, she didn’t want to disappoint them.

So, sleep already, Abby!

Restless, she knew a command to sleep was only going to