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her question before she could finish asking it. He shook his beer
belly with his free hand. “Two hundred and ninety-five pounds of pure muscle.”
    “Wow.”
      “Well, maybe two hundred and forty-five pounds
of pure muscle.”
    She smiled at
him and they grew quiet, the flames jumping between them. Something scurried
into the bushes bordering the back of the rectangular yard.
    “I didn’t get
your name.”
    “Brooke.” She
watched her hand disappear inside of his when she shook it.
    “Nice party.”
    “Yeah, I love
Halloween.”
    “Me, too.” Todd
tipped the can back and drained it, glancing at her magic lasso. “Soooo…you want
me to tie you up and drag you around?”
    Brooke pretended
to mull it over. “Mmm, I guess not.”
    “You wanna tie me up?”
    “Not so much.”
    “Sonofagun,” the
big man grumbled, crumpling the can in his hand.

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter
Three

 
 
 
 
 
 
    Brooke brushed wet
strands of hair from Mandy’s face, watching her friend draw in deep breaths of
slumber, relieved to see she hadn’t choked to death on her own vomit. After she
was certain Mandy was okay, she glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed and
decided it wasn’t too late to have some fun - with or without her girls. She had
put a lot of work into this party and now it was time for a little return on
her investment.
    The bedroom door
locked softly behind her. She stuffed the key down her corset, turned and jumped
when Tasha sprang from Mandy’s room across the hall. “God, you scared me to
death,” Brooke said, clutching her chest. “Will you stop doing that?”
    Tasha shut the
door behind her. “Thank God you’re here,” she whispered, taking Brooke’s hand
in hers. “I need a huge, huge favor.”
    “What are you
doing in there?”
    “I’ve got Roger
in there and I’m going to jump his sexy ass bones, but I need you to stand
guard and make sure no one comes in.”
    A short laugh
fluttered Brooke’s lips. “What?”
    “Please.”
    “No way!”
    “You have to.
There isn’t a lock on the door.”
    “I know there
isn’t a lock on the door.”
    “Brooke, please!
I’m begging you.”
    “Are you insane?
You just met him! He’s probably got bed bugs or something.”
    Tasha lowered
her voice to a throaty growl. “Listen, I haven’t been laid since Craig dumped
me. Four. Months. Ago.”
    “What about the
guy with the ponytail?” Brooke asked over the music. “You said he went three
times in one night.”
    Tasha sighed. “I
lied, okay? He couldn’t get it up and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone.”
    Brooke went slack
jawed.
    “That’s right. Are
you happy now? You have publicly shamed me on one of my favorite holidays.”
    “Maybe he was drunk,
or gay and trying to fight it.”
    “I tried
everything, Brooke! I mean, I went to work on him like a paramedic on a heart
attack victim and nothing.” Tasha’s eyes welled up with tears and Brooke wasn’t
sure if it was real or not. They had taken drama together in ninth grade and
Tasha had been a natural from the moment she had first donned that frilly,
white dress and played Juliet to a tee.
    “He was just drunk.”
    Tasha squeezed
Brooke’s hand hard enough to leave white imprints. “Brooke, I really need to
get laid. I get cranky when the wind blows these days, and I’m not sure how
much longer I can go on.”
    “I think you’ll
survive.”
    “Do you have any
idea how much money I’m spending on batteries?”
    “Why don’t you
come and get a drink with me and we’ll talk about it some more?”
    Tasha pulled
Brooke back to her. “Please?”
    Brooke stared
back with a blank expression.
    “Brooke, this
guy is hotter than a goat’s butt in a pepper patch and I’m about to cream my
pants.”
    Brooke let out a
breath that made her chest fall. “That makes no sense.”
    “Sorry, I’m just
nervous.” Tasha took a deep breath and released it. “I mean, what if he can’t
get it up either? What if it’s