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chair anddumped the feline on the floor. “I gotta say you look like you had a much more interesting night than I did.”
    â€œOh, God.” Treena laughed wildly and collapsed onto the chair. “I came this close to having sex with Jax Gallagher on the hood of my car!”
    Her friend blinked. The corners of her mouth twitched. Then her incipient smile blossomed into a full-fledged grin. “Way to go, Treena!”
    A three-legged cat leapt up into her lap, and she buried her hand in its soft gray-and-white fur. “This is not a good thing, Tripod,” she bent her head to tell it sternly. “Tell your person that. I’ve known the man, oh, gee, what’s it been now? Twenty-four freaking hours! ”
    Apparently Tripod didn’t care. He circled twice, then settled down on her thighs. A second later, he butted his head against her hand to get her petting again and purred when she complied.
    â€œYeah, well, you’re a guy. No one expects better from you,” she muttered, then looked at Carly, who had flopped down on the couch across from her and was watching her with interest. “You, on the other hand, are another story. This isn’t a good thing.”
    â€œSez you. Sex alfresco strikes me as a very good thing.”
    â€œAlfresco my butt. This wasn’t on a soft blanket beneath the desert moon, Carly. It was in the middle of a concrete parking garage!”
    â€œOkay, not real romantic. Still, you get points for spontaneity.”
    â€œIt was spontaneous all right. God, it was just totally out of control.” And if there was one thing that fired Treena’s determination, it was the need to stay in control. She still didn’t understand what had come over her, but she felt like an idiot, not just for the way she’d gone crazy on top of that car, but for her inane chatter once she’d finally come to her senses. She cringed at the remembrance of sounding more like a junior high school airhead than a grown woman.
    â€œOoh.” Carly executed a little wriggle of delight. “I love out of control.” Then she sobered, shooting Treena an apologetic grimace. “But I’m sorry, Treen, I can see you’re upset. It’s just that it’s been awhile since I’ve had sex of any sort, so it all sounds pretty exciting to me.”
    â€œBelieve me, I understand,” Treena agreed. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
    Carly laughed. “Yeah, right. At least you were getting it on a regular basis before Big Jim got sick. I can’t even remember the last time—” she broke off to stare at Treena. “What?”
    Oh, shit. She blinked innocently. “What, what?”
    â€œYou had a look on your face. Now, I know Big Jim was too ill to do the hootchie-kootch for most of your marriage, but…” She hesitated, studied Treena’s expression closely, then, eyes narrowing, asked, “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
    No. But this was her best friend, and outright lying didn’t set well on her conscience, either. “We, um, never did the hootchie-kootch. At least not properly.”
    â€œWhat?” Carly laughed. “Of course you did. Big Jim was a sex machine before he got—” She broke off, looked at Treena. “He wasn’t?”
    â€œNo. Look, it’s kind of complicated. One of the first things that attracted me to him was the fact that he wasn’t looking for a quick roll in the hay with a showgirl.”
    Carly nodded. “Sure, I get that. Lord knows we get enough of those kinda guys hitting on us.”
    â€œPrecisely.”
    â€œJim was different?”
    â€œVery. Of course I didn’t know at the time that he was in remission from his prostate cancer. He thought he’d beat it for good, but the downside was that the meds he was taking messed with his ability to have sex. I can’t exactly claim love, or even lust, at