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Meg have to get involved. Though she would stand back and watch the inevitable train wreck. Time for a change of topic before Laura tried another angle of persuasion.
    “I never knew you were coming into an inheritance.”
    Laura grinned. “Neither did I. The lawyer called me out of the blue. Apparently, my godmother had no one close to leave her money to.”
    “How much money?”
    “Fifty grand. It seemed perfect. Chad told me about the bar, and then I suddenly had all this money.”
    Meg choked on her coffee and thumped her chest a half a dozen times until she got her breath back. “Chad? Stripper Chad?”
    Maud lifted her head at the word stripper. “Not the one with the huge ding-dong called Roger? I always wanted to pet Roger, but that sleazy strip joint he worked at barred me. How was I to know you weren’t supposed to climb on stage and join in?”
    Groaning, Meg buried her face in her hands. Her best friend planned to go into business with a male stripper whose appendage had been nicknamed Roger by his adoring fans. A male strip joint had barred her elderly great aunt because her behavior was beyond outrageous. And now she discovered the old lady was currently carrying a torch for a man’s dick. This had to be the Twilight Zone. Someone must have put something in the water to turn everyone but her mad.
    “Can I have Roger as a replacement for the broken one?”
    Meg banged her head on the table a few times in an effort to deaden the pain. “We are not in the escort business anymore, and Michael wasn’t broken.”
    Maud snorted. “Looked broken to me. I’ve seen Twinkies firmer than his penis. Do you know something I don’t?”
    Heat swept up Meg’s body and she fought to keep her voice level. In her current sex-starved state she didn’t want to remember events best left to history. So, why did the memory of being pinned beneath a very erect and naked Michael Monaghan when she rescued him from Maud flash in her brain? He was not her type. Sam was. Sam was the only man she wanted or needed, and she needed him right now.
    “We have to get going. You can collect Maud at two tomorrow afternoon.”
    Laura shrugged. “If you like.”
    Maud looked hopeful. “Will Chad be going with us?”
    Meg glared at Laura. “No, he won’t. You are going to go shopping together and nothing else.”
    Laura saw them out and Meg helped Maud do up her seatbelt before reversing onto the road. A glance in her rearview mirror showed they had just left in time. If she wasn’t mistaken, the black four wheel drive pulling up beside Laura’s belonged to the infamous Chad.
    “Where are we going now?”
    “The gym.”
    Maud tugged at her frock. “I need to go home and change. I can’t work out in this. You should have said so before we came out. I’ve got a lovely leotard in hot pink with matching leg warmers and sweatband.”
    Meg fought back a groan of frustration. She only intended to visit the gym to see Sam and tell him the good news, but maybe an hour on the treadmill would wear the old girl out.

Chapter Seven
    Appropriately attired in purple sweatpants and matching top, Meg climbed from her compact car and rushed to help the old lady to her feet. She was sprightly for her age, but no one ran marathons in their mid-eighties. If Maud died working out, her mother would blame her. She had better keep an eye on Maud to make sure she didn’t overdo it.
    Once she got out of the car, Maud shook Meg off. “We won’t pick up hot men if you hold on to me. They’ll think we’re lesbians. Not that I have anything against lesbians. When you get to my age men are hard to come by, but I would definitely be dating someone hotter than you.”
    Meg wasn’t sure whether to be shocked Maud was an equal opportunity sex addict or offended she didn’t find Meg attractive. Although, seeing as they shared a bed the alternative was too horrible to contemplate and she should thank the Lord for small mercies.
    Together, they climbed the