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regardless of the venture’s failure, it was Libby’s favorite topic. Sex and everything related. It was not Sass’s favorite. She was not a kiss-and-tell kind of girl, but Sass was desperate and if there was one way to get Libby to forget about Carlos and Jordan it was to get her to talk about her favorite topic.
    “It’s about, well…sex,” she whispered.
    Libby beamed like a light had come on inside of her. “It’s about time we had this little talk about the birds and the bees.” She playfully patted her hand. “What do you want to know?”
    “Ha-ha. Very funny,” Sass said. “I just need your advice on something.”
    Sitting back in her chair, a wide grin on her face, Libby said, “Shoot. Ask me anything.”
    Sass moved some more fries around on her plate. The problem was, she had no idea what to ask. After chewing on her lip, trying to come up with a topic—and hoping it appeared as if she was simply uncomfortable—Sass said, “What’s your view on…a one-night stand?”
    “A one-night stand, huh,” Libby said, nodding thoughtfully. “Not what I thought you were going to ask but a good topic of conversation, nonetheless.”
    Phew. Now all Sass had to do was sit back, finish her fries, and let Libby go off on some diatribe about sexuality. Her steak sandwich would be done soon. She’d eat and they’d leave. She’d have survived a night at the Pit with Carlos and Tori—no scenes, no violence, no smashed cars. Afterward, no one would ever guess that she’d been the one to take an iron to City-boy’s car thinking it was Carlos’s. Hogan’s would be saved.
    “Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?” Libby asked, giving Sass a kick beneath the table.
    “Yeah, sure,” Sass said quickly. “You were talking about the fact that people take sex too seriously. That a one-night stand has it’s time and place and can be fun as long as you go into it with the right attitude and do it safely. No glove. No love.”
    “Oh,” Libby said. “You were listening.”
    Sass suppressed a grin. She hadn’t been listening but ever since Libby starting selling Sextopia stuff, this was her classic lecture. Sass had simply adapted it to the topic at hand.
    “Now, take that delicious stranger over there playing pool.” Libby pointed.
    Uh-oh. “Who? Michaels?”
    “Yeah. That man is whipped cream and chocolate pudding poured into an expensive pair of jeans. He’s totally worth sampling.”
    Biting her thumb, Sass said, “So, go for it.”
    “Not for me, duh. For you.”
    “You’re crazy!”
    “Am I? Because if I’m not mistaken, he’s on his way over here.”
    Shit! It was one thing to have to deal with Carlos and Tori at the bar, she’d been prepared for that, had geared herself up for it. But Michaels? She had not expected to run into the dude she’d accidentally on purpose kissed the day after taking an iron to his car. And she totally didn’t know what to do about it.
    Maybe because she’d replayed that kiss about forty-seven-million times. But only because she’d been trying to figure out how things could have gone so wrong.
    Sass took a long pull on her beer and then another until it was empty. Just as Jordan reached their table, she stood up.
    “Be right back,” she said to Libby. She held up her empty bottle and then turned toward the bar. But she could feel him right behind her as if her body recognized the heat from his and responded. It was particularly bad when he shouldered his way right beside her at the bar and the hair on his forearm brushed her skin, making it tingle like a bazillion teeny tiny Tasers.
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”
    Sass didn’t say a word. She simply shrugged and slid farther away from him. When Sam came back with her beer, Sass reached into her back pocket for the money, but before she could lay the bills down, a twenty was tossed in front of her.
    “It’s on me.”
    “I pay my own way.”
    “Look, it’s a