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enjoyed the sex she’d
     had with the few guys she’d dated seriously over the years, but she didn’t feel deprived
     without it. She just wasn’t that needy, in body or soul.
    So maybe this weird occurrence—and her continuing reaction to it—was her body’s way
     of telling her it did need a little more attention. Or maybe it was God’s way of telling
     her she should get out and date more, lest she end up resorting to a heated make-out
     session with a stranger in a dark alley. She rolled her eyes at the thought—but then
     a weird little shiver snaked through her again at the memory.
Stop it.
    Who was she talking to? Her body? Her brain? Or both?
    Just then, her cell phone rang and she checked the screen to see it was her sister.
     Pushing the button to answer, she said, “Hey Amber—what’s up?”
    “I’m calling to see if you can come to a gallery opening with me tonight.” Her baby
     sister sounded downright bubbly, barely able to keep the giddiness from her voice.
    And April hated to be the bearer of bad news, but . . . “Well, I’m a little confused
     on how
you
can go to a gallery opening tonight.”
    That definitely staunched the bubbliness. “What do you mean?”
    April just sighed. “Oh, Amber. You promised to go to Gram’s tonight to help her get
     groceries. So that I could work late and maybe do something really selfish like buy
     our
own
groceries.” Amber had moved in with April a couple of years back.
    “Shit—I forgot. But now . . . oh, April, the most amazing thing happened! Because
     it’s not just any opening I was inviting you to. I was going to surprise you, but . . .
     it’s for me!”
    April blinked her surprise in the solitude of her office. “For you?” A buzzing noise
     drew her attention to the much larger phone on her desk, letting her know she had
     a business call, but her mind was spinning at the moment, so that would have to wait.
    “You know my friend who has connections to that gallery in Wynwood?” Amber began babbling
     quickly. “Well, they’re having a big multi-artist show, opening tonight, and get this—one
     of the artists had to cancel! And my friend got me in! Can you believe it? I actually
     got a show, April! At a real gallery! In Wynwood!”
    April just sat there, speechless. She was truly thrilled for Amber—she’d been selling
     small tropical-themed paintings and stained glass pieces at the beach on weekends
     for years, but she’d never had an outlet for her larger works of art. And a gallery
     show . . . well, this was indeed huge. A bright, shining moment for her little sister.
    She just wished she weren’t so tired. And busy. Even busier now, she supposed. “That’s . . .
     amazing, Amber,” she finally said.
    Now a little more tension weighted her sister’s voice. “Thanks. And . . . so, I’m
     sorry to ask, but would you mind getting Gram’s groceries? And you can kill two birds
     at once—just get ours while you’re there, too. That works out well, doesn’t it?”
    Not really.
When you mixed frozen or refrigerated products with the Miami heat . . . well, it
     would mean two entirely separate trips to the store. And it wasn’t like she could
     just rush in and out at Gram’s anyway. She would need to spend a little time with
     the woman who raised them. Amber needed to do that, too, and April would remind her
     of that—soon. But not right now. “Sure, I can take care of it,” April said.
    Amber flew into exuberant-little-girl mode. “Thank you, sissy! Thank you, thank you,
     thank you!” Now that she thought about it, though, it seemed like Amber was
often
in that mode, even at the age of twenty-five and regardless of whether or not she
     needed a favor. Oh well, that was just Amber.
    “You owe me,” April said softly.
    “I know. And . . . well, it
is
my first opening ever, so . . . do you think after you do the groceries you could
     come by? Because it wouldn’t be right if you