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just about personal comfort and ease. Everyone needed a place that was strictly their own and this was hers.
    Now if only your stupid body would quit aching with lust. She prayed this was only a phase, one that would end quickly. And good Lord, she still couldn’t believe she’d told Christy and Cami about that tonight. Word vomit. Even if it had it resulted in making her friends feel more connected to her, it had still been word vomit.
    She’d been trying to deny it even to herself for a while now. But the truth was that she suffered the warm spread of sexual desire flowing through her like hot lava almost all the time lately.
    She’d suffered it this morning during a walk on the beach, where she’d seen all the things she normally saw there—but now she suddenly saw them differently. Felt them differently. She’d witnessed a couple kissing on a blanket and envied what they shared,hungered for what they experienced. The feel of wet sand on her toes, the cool ocean water lapping up onto them, had affected her in different ways than ever before, affected other parts of her body.
    And she’d thought about it this afternoon when she’d worked in the art studio in her cottage. Digging her hands into the same clay she always worked with had held a fresh . . . awareness. Touching it had made her want to touch other, far different things. A man’s body.
    And she’d felt it still more while weeding beneath her banyan tree just before the Sunset Celebration. Rich soil on her fingers, even the trowel in her hand, had held a newness for her, a strange yearning she couldn’t seem to shake free of. Being in her garden usually brought her an enormous sense of peace—she’d filled it with things she loved, after all—but today the overriding emotion had been frustration.
    At thirty-five, she hadn’t thought much about sex in a long while. She knew most women were more into sex, but she’d just never suffered that compelling need for it that so many seemed to.
    In her teens and early twenties, there’d been guys, experiences—but since then, not so much. And mostly, she’d been okay with that. Until now. The spot between her thighs ached even as she sat clutching the mug between her hands. People acted like sex was so fun, but when your body wanted it and couldn’t have it, well . . . she didn’t see anything fun about that at all.
    Maybe it’s the birth control pills. She’d started taking them just recently—her doctor’s remedy for an irregular cycle that often came with bad cramping. And it had worked—thank God. But she knew the pill affected various hormones and wondered if this newrush of sexual need had perhaps been instigated by the change.
    And while a part of her suffered the urge to pull up her skirt, bare herself to the bright moon peering down from a clear, dark sky, and just take care of her own needs, the thought made her feel . . . more needy than sensuous. She knew plenty of people took care of the issue that way, but the very idea made her feel lonely. And she didn’t want to feel lonely. She’d felt lonely in Arizona. She’d felt lonely all through her growing up years, even with people all around her. She’d finally quit feeling lonely when she’d left—because being alone wasn’t what made you lonely; it was about something else. And why do something that would make her feel lonely in any way whatsoever? She’d rather lose a little sleep over the physical frustration and just pray, again, that it would subside.
    Was it possible, though, to be content in her private world here and . . . still feel a little empty inside? That didn’t quite add up, did it? It’s the sex issue making you feel empty, that’s all. Your life is great otherwise.
    And even if there was something missing . . . well, maybe it was just easier not acknowledging that. She’d built a wonderful