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can’t say why.
    Nothing I’ve said or done has even remotely made sense since I sat down to tea with the four mad hatters of Chicago.
    “That’s the dumbest question I ever heard! Of course he ran! All men run when they feel the cold fingers of death at their necks.”
    “Geez, thanks, Viv. And here I thought you were gonna say something nasty,” I huff sarcastically, scowling when they all start laughing again.
    Cammy included.
    “No, I mean, he knows that once you say it his days of being an objective observer will be over. My husband Jack was the same. He tried his damnedest to keep his neck out of my noose in the early days because some men work under the misapprehension that loving their wives makes them weak or some shit.”
    That makes a sense in a weird way. I think.
    “Anyhow, the poor idiot tried to throw me off by turning me into some society wife or some shit. He actually thought that throwing money at me would get my sweet ass off his back.”
    They all laugh again, giving me the impression that poor Jack had taken a rough fall straight down the same rabbit hole I’ve stumbled down. Poor bastard. With the way Viv talks I just know she’d made him suffer for thinking she could be managed.
    “I get the idea you did not want to be a pampered Botox Barbie.”
    She snorts and flicks her golden hair over her shoulder.
    “This, my friend, is five foot three inches of educated lawyer, I’ll have you know. The man didn’t stand a fucking chance before I cut him down to size and had him eating out of my hand. He tells me he loves me all the time, thanks to the contract I made him sign.”
    I gape a little and flap my mouth as they start spouting off about Viv’s legendary contract and her refusal to ‘give up the goods’ till poor Jack finally bit the dust and admitted he loved her.
    Part of me is totally loving them right now as they cackle like a gaggle of witches—is it gaggle? I don’t know—while telling really explicit stories about some of the sex tricks they’ve used on their husbands, fiancés, or significant others.
    “Stop trying to figure them out and enjoy yourself, Ash. You’re one of us now, so you might as well just fold. Once they hook you, you’re finished. I should know, I’ve been in this group since I got over the pond.”
    “And you’re still alive?”
    I say this only half jokingly, since Nat is currently talking about her latest lover while making a slashing motion across her throat. Poor fool, he doesn’t know what I now know about these women.
    They’re hell in heels.
    “So Ash, are you ready to start brining Lucian Jasper to heel?” Brit suddenly asks, making me choke on my next bite when they all turn bloodthirsty eyes on me.
    “Uh, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the way you’re talking about my husband. He’s—”
    “A man. Which means he needs a lot of guidance in the love department,” Nat says brightly. “Don’t look at us that way, Ash; we happen to love our men fiercely. We just aren’t willing to put up with their bullshit. Now, you ready to get your man?”
    I gulp and nod, since it’s all I can do as they all clap enthusiastically and lean closer, their expressions avid.
    “Now, listen closely, Ash,” Viv say conspiratorially, sharing a look with the rest of the girls. “Because this is how you bring a tycoon to the table.”
    I listen for the next few minutes as the Golden Bombshells outline a seduction plan so diabolical even my hard-assed inner harpy is awed by it. When the Golden Bombshells get into battle mode it’s a sight to behold, and so awesome even I can’t find fault with their reasoning.
    The only question now is where I’m gonna find the apples to do half the sexy shit they’re planning for Lucian and his blissfully ignorant self.
    Oh well.
    “You got it, Ash?”
    “Got it,” I say, smiling the same sly smile I see on the faces of my cohorts.
    Lucian doesn’t stand a chance against me when he finally drags his punk