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home he hadn’t been able to get his mind off Isabel. The image of her in the cave, the light of the fire flickering off her breasts, the taste of her nipples in his mouth. He was only able to relax once he took matters into his own hands.
    He’d fallen asleep secure in the knowledge that all his equipment worked. He didn’t want to lose Isabel, but she’d fulfilled her part of the deal. She’d been a great Mrs. Robinson.
    Entering the lecture hall, he settled into his usual spot in the back row, threw his books on the desk, and ignored the three young women as they giggled their way past him.
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
     
     
    Isabel pushed the warm artichokes around the plate with her fork, swirling the olive oil and creating furrows of chopped garlic and peas.
    “Well,” prompted Jenny, “Spill. How was it?”
    “Don’t you mean, how was he?” Isabel giggled.
    “Of course that’s what I mean,” Jenny replied, reaching for the San Pelligrino and splashing more first into Isabel’s glass and then her own. “However, given how tight-lipped you were on Saturday, I thought I’d take the back route to get the goods.”
    Isabel laughed, and flicked her hair back over her shoulders. “You always get what you want Jenny, I’ve known you long enough to know that.”
    She raised her glass and saluted her best friend. They’d been through a lot together. She’d only had a chance to really get to know Jenny after Chet left. Chet had been jealous of time she spent away with her friends. In spite of the time that he spent away with other women, he was adamant about keeping her to himself. She realized now that the jealousy was just one way to maintain control, to make her think her life might be normal because she had nothing else to compare it to.
    She clinked her glass against Jenny’s. “Here’s to good friends and new lovers.”
    “Don’t you mean young lovers?” Jenny’s eyes twinkled as she teased her friend. Isabel knew she could be relentless.
    “He’s young, yes, but there’s something about him. A maturity, a groundedness-”
    “A nice butt.”
    “Hmmm. There is that. But seriously-”
    “I don’t want to be serious,” countered Jenny. “I invited you for lunch. I want dirt, details, laughs.”
    Isabel shook her head and smiled back at her friend. Jenny lived in the now, planned for the maybe, and never looked back. That’s not to say she wasn’t wise. Wise and wonderful, but also the most playful person she knew. There was a lot she could learn from Jenny and she planned to.
    “I’m turning over a new leaf,” she said.
    “Which leaf? The one Adam wears over his-”
    “Jenny!” Isabel shushed her as the waiter hovered to clear their salads. He made a great display of placing their knives back on the bread plates and then swooping the plates away.
    “You’re so conservative, Isabel. Who cares what the waiter thinks? Do you think he’s never heard the ‘c’ word before?”
    “You’re right. Maybe I’m too conservative. I’ve spent the last few years constructing my life so everything is safe. Safe and boring.”
    Jenny appraised her with a new look in her eye, ready to listen. “That was some weekend.”
    “Being with Tray just made me come alive. It’s as if I’ve been living in the dark for weeks and months and years and finally, the sun has come out.”
    Jenny piled more bruschetta on a bit of bread waiting for her to continue.
    “We made love in the car, on the highway,” Isabel confided, leaning in and lowering her voice.
    “While you were driving?”
    Isabel nodded, eyes wide.
    “How the heck did you manage that?”
    “It was the most sensuous thing I’ve ever done. We didn’t have intercourse, obviously, but we did everything else.”
    “You sound like a teenager, are you going to start talking in bases next?”
    “No, use your imagination. I’m not going to spell it all out for you. It was great.”
    “How did you find being with someone so much