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with but I’d sleep with both eyes open.”
    Rhiann snickered. “If the old bat would crack open the vault and agree to let me write her autobiography, I’d pack my bags tomorrow.”
    “Oh jeez. Is she still holding that one over your head?”
    “Yeah. But you know what? Enough about big sis and me. You don’t come out of the woodwork all that often sweetie so tell me how fabulous Italy is and about all the men on their knees begging for your favors.”
    “I met a boy,” she drawled. No use in beating around the bush. Waste of time and energy. Besides, she called Rhi just for this reason. She wanted her opinion on what to do.
    “A boy? An actual flesh and blood male and not one of those book boyfriends you love so much?”
    Charlie laughed. “No Mr. Darcys on this trip. But there is this one guy.”
    “Oh,” Rhi laughed. “So … not a boy? A grown up with facial hair and everything?”
    “He’s a race car driver.” She said it matter-of-factly, as though the simple explanation made the revelation perfectly understandable.
    “For real?”
    “Yep.”
    “Where’d you meet a racer? Despite your drag racing past, I didn’t think watching guys tearing around a track at a hundred miles an hour was your thing.”
    “Well, it’s not. I think it’s insane actually. We met at a party. I’ve been working with a rugby exhibition and the guys wanted to go, so we did. End of story.”
    “So, wait a minute. You met this guy at a party? What does that mean? You shook his hand and had a photo op?”
    Charlie giggled. “Actually, he found me raiding his pantry for some Skippy. Next thing I knew we were having a peanut butter picnic.”
    “A peanut butter picnic?”
    “Yeah,” she answered. “That and some other things.”
    “What other things?” Rhi instantly barked. “Please tell me you didn’t have sex with this, this … driver.”
    She chortled. “Fuck you, Rhi. I’m almost twenty-four. Don’t you think it’s time I cashed in my V-card? I mean, come on. That shit’s getting old.”
    “You will do no such thing,” Rhiann screeched. “Remember that summer we went to the Poconos? Mom and Dad rented a beautiful lake house. I still have the twig man and the little scrap of paper bag we used to make our list of the perfect man. We might’ve just been kids, but that was some powerful mojo we put out there in the universe. No random bed hopping for you young lady. Hear me? You’re destined for the charming prince and white knight scenario and don’t you forget it. And if this is about all those Italian hotties making you horny, just remember. A hand in the bush is better than a worthless dick.”
    She started laughing with real gusto. Rhiann had such a way with words. “Okay, okay. I hear you, and that’s kind of why I called. I need some advice.”
    “I’m all ears, sweetie.”
    “Okay. Here goes. We hung out for all of maybe forty-five minutes, so this does have a ships passing in the night quality. He asked how he could reach me, and I did that whole, if we’re meant to be thing.”
    “Uh huh. Typical hippie girl mumbo jumbo. Continue.”
    “Well, he must have pulled all kinds of strings because I just found out that my work assignment has been changed. Good-bye rugby hotheads and hello thrill seeker.”
    “Um, excuse me for being dense, but why does a racer need coloring books and museum visits?”
    Pfft. “Makes it worse that there’s a real reason, believe me. Apparently, he’s stalled in recovery following an accident. Thought surgery and prescriptions were going to make it all better. That’s where I come in.”
    “Smell the roses.”
    “Exactly.”
    “So, what’s the problem? Maybe you can help him …”
    “I probably can,” she interrupted brusquely. “I’m just annoyed that he’s manipulating the situation. I let him get kind of close, and,”
    “What? How close?”
    “Um, yeah. On his lap. Really, really slow, wet kisses.” She paused and didn’t