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best friend had taken her to Vegas and brought along an entire bar setup. Of course she loved Lily, even if the other women sometimes got a little too excited.
    “And grab one yourself, Miss Durant!” Lily shouted.

    As the five of them walked through casino floors, Kirsten could practically hear heads swiveling and feel the eyes roaming over the five of them. She held her head a little higher and let her hips sway a little more, not minding the attention.
    Let people look , she thought. People still find you attractive, remember? Even if your actual husband didn’t, and wanted racy pictures from a bored twenty-three-year-old more than he wanted you?
    The shifter pair had obviously found her attractive, for example. Now that she’d had a double tequila and a margarita, she was starting to regret not getting their numbers or giving them hers. Yeah, she was leaving tomorrow, but she was single now .
    You can late-night booty call a guy if you want , Kirsten thought, smiling to herself just a little. You can late-night booty call TWO guys, and no one can say a thing about it.
    Technically, Kirsten had never made a booty call in her life. She’d never even had sex with someone on the first date... or the second. The third, only once, and she’d ended up marrying that guy. She knew it was old fashioned, but she liked to be in a relationship before getting it on with someone — random hookups had never really appealed to her.
    Well. They hadn’t .
    She still hadn’t mentioned the incident to her friends, and she wasn’t sure how. They’d either squeal and shout “GET SOME, GIRL!” at her, or make faces and gasp that two shifters had hit on her, and didn’t she know that they were sex maniacs?
    Frankly, the first was more likely, given the weekend they were having, but Kirsten was pretty sure she wouldn’t see them again, so what was the point?
    An older guy in a suit blatantly checked her out and then winked.
    Kirsten felt scuzzy, made a face, and looked away.
    Maybe I’m not ready , she thought.
    Jack and Houston were fine, though . Her stomach flipped over inside her body, but before she could think more, they were at the restaurant, a too-trendy Italian place. As they walked through, Kirsten couldn’t help but scan the crowd, wondering if she’d see the two of them.
    She didn’t.
    The girls ordered champagne at the table and then red wine with dinner, and by some small miracle, Kirsten didn’t get anything on her dress as she ate. Though the pasta was only okay, the garlic knots that they had on the table were amazing . She must have eaten five.
    Maybe don’t eat your weight in garlic, tonight of all nights? She thought to herself, then dismissed it.
    It doesn’t matter, she reminded herself.
    “Okay,” said Lily, holding up her champagne glass. “Here’s to Kirsten, finally being free of that coworker-fucking douchebag!”
    Everyone cheered, including Kirsten.
    “Did he ever admit to it?” Mary asked.
    Kirsten snorted.
    “Of course not,” she said. “And he acted like I was an idiot for thinking that pictures of a naked woman on a bed could possibly indicate that he was cheating on me.”
    “Well, fuck him,” said Peyton. “Except not. Nobody fuck him.”
    They all laughed, drinking their wine.
    “I’ve got another one,” said Peyton, holding up her champagne glass. “Here’s to Kirsten meeting some hot dudes tonight and getting some phone numbers!”
    They all cheered again, though Kirsten smiled and rolled her eyes.
    Watch me meet someone who lives in Boston , she thought. That would be just my luck .
    They all drank again, and by now Kirsten was definitely a couple of sheets to the wind, flying high.
    “Hey,” said Mary, sitting next to her. “When’s that job interview with that advertising place in Cascadia?”
    “Thursday,” said Kirsten, dabbing carefully at her lips. It had taken her ages to get her lipstick right. “So I’ve got time to detox before I have to go out there