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re-stocked new or something for each new guest,” he said as he took them back to the cabinet.
    “How do you know so much about them? Anything we need to be aware of, J.D.?” she teased.
    “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His brow rose, but his grin gave him away. He’d no more used them than she had.
    “Leave her alone, guys. Like either of you would care about our dirty little secrets.” P.J. attempted to take the heat off her.
    She failed.
    “Sure, spill the deets.” Morgan might have vied for nonchalant, but she got his undertone. He would love nothing more than for P.J. to spill some of her desires.
    “Nope. There are some things friends are better left not knowing. It would be like spilling my wicked side to my brother or something.”
    She caught the slight hurt expression in Morgan’s eyes before he recovered enough to hide his emotions. P.J. might like him in return, but the girl was still in hide-her-feelings mode.
    A strange awkwardness filled the room as things turned silent.
    Luckily, something jingled back out in the living area, saving them all.

Chapter Six
    Khara stood just outside the foyer, waiting for them to invite her to enter.
    “In our haste, we neglected to inform you of the banquet in your honor. Do you remember the bungalow you saw when we met you farther down the path?”
    “Sure,” Morgan answered.
    “That is the dining area. The banquet will begin at seven sharp, and the dress is, well, the less the better.”
    Before any of them could question the latter part of her announcement, Khara turned and sauntered off. The guys’ heads bobbed back and forth in tune with Khara’s hips. Heather rolled her eyes and caught P.J. doing the same.
    Morgan, as if sensing P.J.’s eye roll, whipped around, startled like a kid caught stealing a cookie. He gave a lopsided grin, trying to downplay the moment, but P.J. laughed, shrugged her shoulders, and went back into the room they’d discovered and claimed as the “girls’” room.
    “Kinda freaky, if you ask me,” P.J. blurted, coming back out to grab her suitcase.
    “What is?” Morgan asked.
    “How she was like right there. So silent and stealthy and crap.”
    So P.J. did have a jealous bone. Interesting. Morgan seemed oblivious to her rather sharp tone. Without doubt, this trip would bust things open between the two. Heather hoped in a good way, and not with a break in their friendship, as she wouldn’t even consider the level of awkward that would come from that scenario.
    “Hey…shit!” J.D. announced, a scowl riding his normally laid back face as he stood just inside one of the unseen rooms.
    “What?” Everyone inquired at once.
    “Anyone else realize this abode only features two bedrooms, not counting the playroom?”
    “Uh, duh.” P.J. announced as she dragged her overstuffed suitcase toward one of the bedrooms rather than break her back trying to carry the plaid beast. “I snuck a peek while you two dodo heads were gawking at Khara’s ass.”
    “We weren’t staring. We were memorizing, my dear friend.” J.D. chuckled.
    “Heather and I claim this one,” P.J. stated with enough glee that the room had to be the bigger of the two. “If you don’t like it, then you could always share the playroom with the swinging bed.” P.J. taunted.
    “No way I’m getting stuck sleeping with this nerd, especially not on any round-ass bed. He snores. Like Mr. Ed on speed or something.” J.D. thumbed over to Morgan, who for his part was sputtering curses and flipping birds back at him. “Plus, I think we should agree now to keep the playroom for playing. In case any of us get lucky and want to use it for more than sleeping, if you get my drift. I don’t wanna bring a chick back and find slobber from Morgan on the pillows.”
    “I do not snore, and I damn sure don’t slobber,” Morgan swore, grabbing his bag and heading for the other room.
    “Yes you…” P.J. started and stopped like something lodged in her throat. At the