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friend.
'You
always
know everything first, so let's hear the latest.'
Not that she was interested, gossip wasn't her thing, but she needed
something
to take her mind off what she was doing later.
    'Well…' James said, a knowledgeable glint in his slate grey eyes.
'Did anyone
hear
about Ricky M and the two French models?'
    'Even better,' Stella interrupted. 'I went to one of those "how to
give the perfect blow job" parties. Talk about bizarre.'
    '
I
went to one of those,' Taylor said enthusiastically.
'Rubber cocks straight out of the dishwasher! And some funny little
ex-nurse who tried to instruct everyone how to do it. Can you imagine!'
    'Pu-lease,' James said. 'It's far too early for this kind of crude
nonsense.'
    'Ladies,' Kyndra intoned, 'if you don't know how to give the perfect
BJ by this time, then I suggest you pack on up and get your skinny
white asses back to where you came from!'
    And after that it was all systems go.

* * *
    Driving fast, with one hand on the steering wheel, the other
clutching her cellphone, Nicci reached Evan on location in Arizona,
where he was shooting his latest movie. 'Busy?' she asked briskly.
    'Busy missing you,' he replied.
    'How come you always know the right thing to say?' she said, pleased
to hear he was missing her.
    'Practice.'
    'I hate the thought of practice,' she said, screeching to a halt at
a red light.
    'Huh?'
    'Practice means there's been other women. I
hate
the
thought of other women.'
    'No other women,' Evan said solemnly. 'I was a virgin before you.
All I did was jack off.'
    'Ugh! I'd sooner there were other women!' She laughed, ignoring the
man in the Toyota behind her who was busy giving her the finger on
account of her abrupt stop.
    'No pleasing you today,' Evan said lightly.
    'I'm planning on phoning my dad,' she announced, groping for a
cigarette in her purse.
    'What? To tell him I jack off?'
    'You're weird,' she said, laughing.
    'I am,' he agreed. 'But you knew that.'
    'Uh… how's Brian?' she asked casually, lighting up.
    'An asshole as usual.'
    'So things are normal.'
    'You could say that.'
    The light changed to green and she shot away, driving too fast as
usual. 'E-mail me your undying devotion.'
    'I already have.'
    'Miss you,' she said. 'Call me later.'
    'Of course.'
    She clicked off, a smile on her face. Evan always made her smile,
which is more than she could say for most of the men she'd been
involved with. Carlos had possessed no sense of humour at all. Looking
back, she had no clue what she'd seen in him - apart from his smooth
looks and incredible prowess in bed. Hmm… two qualities that shouldn't
count, but definitely did. Sensational sex was hard to come by.
    Evan was good in bed. Obliging and considerate. But no way was he
wild.
    Nicci had a strong suspicion that Brian was the wild one in the
family. She also had a nagging itch to find out.
    No
! she told herself sternly.
Stop thinking that way.
It's Evan you're marrying. Not Brian, who comes on to every woman who
breathes, and is certainly not faithful and trustworthy like his brother
.
    Cutting off a white Mercedes driven by a grey-haired lech, she
pulled up in front of Starbucks and hurried inside.
    Skipping to the front of the line, she winked at the lanky guy
behind the counter - a wannabe actor with bright red hair and crooked
teeth. Since he knew her, she didn't have to tell him her order.
'What's happenin', Freddy?' she asked, reaching for a cookie on the
glass-topped counter.
    'Courteney Cox was in,' he confided.
    'Cool.'
    'She's a babe.'
    '
'And
taken.'
    'I can look, can't I?' Freddy said hopefully.
    'When you make it big, you can do more than look.'
    'Encouragement,' Freddy said, grinning. 'You spur me on.'
    Freddy had no idea who she was, which was good, because Nicci had
never traded on being Lissa Roman's daughter. The less people knew, the
better. After all, it wasn't as if she had any desire to be an actress
or a singer. Truth was, she hadn't decided
what
she wanted to
do. She'd dabbled