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Editor-in-Chief. He said in order for me to keep my job I have to take on two extra columns. And, you’ll never in a million years guess what it covers.”
    “Uh-oh, dish.”
    “Travis wants me to offer advice to the lovelorn and tips for better sex columns.”
    Jill’s laughter rang louder than the music rocking the place.
    “What do I do? I haven’t got a foggy freaking idea on those topics.”
    “That’s hysterical,” Jill clucked.
    Sabrina scooped a piece of ice out of her water glass water and threw it at her friend. It dropped down the front of Jill’s top.
    Jill squealed and dug it out of her ample cleavage.
    “Serves you right,” Sabrina smiled triumphantly.
    Jill dropped the ice back in Sabrina’s glass. She leaned on the table. “And you’re wrong. He is an all-day sucker. And don’t tell me you’d turn down chance for a lick. I’ll flat out call you a liar.” Jill stuck the tip of her middle finger to her mouth and wrapped her tongue around her finger. “Later.”
    Sabrina dipped her fingers in her ice water and flicked Jill’s face before she sashayed to the dance floor. He was an all-day sucker, and she wished he was hers.
    Jill whispered in Kat’s ear. Both reared back crowing before switching places. Sabrina hated being the butt of their jokes.
    Kat joined Sabrina, barely able to contain herself, shaking her head. As she danced beside the table, her Superior Preference LB02 Ultra Light Natural Blonde locks swished over her shoulders.
    “Go ahead and laugh, little Miss Bombshell.” She’d given Kat the nickname because she reminded Sabrina of Jean Harlow. Hot enough to have her image stenciled on a B52. “I’m in serious trouble. Travis expects me to take over for the bimbette.”
    “Sounds like a real problem unless you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to a good squatchy.” Laughter bubbled out of her.
    “Good grief, you and your slang for sex.” Kat constantly came up with unique words that cracked her up or made her cringe.
    Kat’s baby blues shimmered, her pearly whites sparkled. She panted then picked up Sabrina’s glass and drained the tainted water.
    Sabrina didn’t stop her. Served her right for laughing at her. “It’s not for lack of trying. Find me the right guy and I’ll consider it. It’s the same old thing. Guys don’t take me seriously. How am I supposed to do this?”
    “What do I look like, Ask Annie?”
    “No, but you’d make a fabulous ghostwriter.”
    “Forget it.”
    “I’ll get the situations and you can answer the problems. We’d make one heck of a team.”
    “Not going to happen.”
    “Why not?”
    “Wouldn’t it be a bit like falsifying documents? What happens if Tr—Travis asks where you got the information, because I don’t kiss and tell. You might consider doing your own research ya know.” Kat winked.
    “Crap, you’re right. What am I going to do?
    “Well for starters, Pollyanna, stop glaring at me.”
    Cute nickname. Not. “What’s wrong with believing the best of people?”
    “Not a damn thing. But not everyone deserves it.”
    “I know.”
    “Stop by the grocery store and buy a variety of magazines to see how they handle the subject. Grab some romance novels.”
    “Magazines, check. Romance novels, no point.”
    “Why not? Do you have a problem with them?”
    “I guess not.”
    Kat never sat at the club. She insisted on blowing off steam, but her constant motion made her voice shake. “They’ll give you an idea what men and women want from one another and how to go for it, regardless of the fact it’s fiction.”
    “Doubtful, but I’ll try.” Right now, she’d try anything short of popping her cherry to gather intel. “Titles? Authors? Suggestions?”
    “Jude Deveraux. Her Montgomery men are fun, gorgeous, and irresistible.” Amazing how Kat never dropped the beat or the conversation.
    “And not real, fictional.”
    Kat despised exercise, hated anything to do with it and refused to allow anyone to