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virgin, you know.”
    Seriously?
“Ard, please.”
    â€œShhh, okay.”
    When the bartender checked on them, Molly discreetly shook her head and gestured toward Sofia’s ginger ale. Kat understood that Molly was switching drinks, and she went about her business.
    Whispering loudly, Arden said, “You’ve gone out with guys, had online dating service dates, all that. But, Molly . . . you need good sex
bad
.”
    Sofia put a hand over her mouth, sending Molly an apologetic glance.
It’s the drinks talking
.
    But Molly had already been tweaked by what they’d said. True enough, she needed “it.” But the thing was, she wasn’t sure exactly what “it” was for her. Mere sex? A little nightclub dirty dancing on the Strip, some vacation canoodling?
    None of it sounded . . . great. There was
something
missing from the equation. Fun, excitement, orgasms. Damn, Arden and Sof were right—she really needed to get laid properly. She had to be the only thirty-year-old who’d slept with just three men in her lifetime, which was slutty if you were a Jonas brother but sad if you were her.
    Truthfully, there’d never been
any
big love moments for Molly, as in, say, a night like Anna Karenina would’ve had with Count Vronsky, where the sex was enough to make a woman ruin her life. Not that she wanted to ruin her life any more than it was already ruined, but . . . you know. She would’ve liked the chance.
    As Molly blithely drank the new glass of ginger ale that Kat had served her, Sofia texted with Roberto. When Kat brought over a big bowl of peanuts, which Molly immediately attacked, the bartender smiled consolingly, as if she’d heard the entire sex conversation. Brilliant.
    By now, she’d had enough cojones to turn halfway around, very nonchalantly pretending as if she needed to scope out where the restrooms were. As luck would have it, they were behind the hot biker guy, who was presently engaged with a woman perched on his hip and nibbling on his ear.
    Oh, perfect. Why had she looked? And why did she feel a twinge of envy?
    Why did she even want his complete attention anyway?
    Because he’s disturbingly yum. And extremely off-limits, like Count Vronsky was to Anna Karenina . . .
    She realized she very much had to pee. With all the dignity she could muster, she took a breath, then made her way to the restroom, putting all her effort into ignoring the guy she should’ve been ignoring all along as she walked past him and his breast brigade.
    See? Not interested.
    After doing her business then washing her hands, she looked in the filmy mirror above the sink.
    Screw it.
    She undid the elastic band that held back her hair until it hung just past her shoulders, and she fluffed it. Icy blond. Hell yeah.
    She adjusted the spaghetti straps of her dress, then, at the last moment, pushed up her breasts in their bodice. Let him ignore
this
. He could look, not touch, because she had too much of a future to blow her present on a guy who didn’t fit into her life at all.
    Being looked at like he’d been looking at her sure would go a long way in cheering her up, though.
    She opened the door, getting out of the tiny room, determined not to glance at the biker on her way out.
    But she did. And as she took in the fact that the boobies weren’t there anymore and that he’d turned around in his chair to face the restroom, she realized that he’d been waiting for her.
    He leaned his elbows back on the bar, giving her that slow warm-honey-down-the-body look. Then he grinned.
    â€œSo she finally let her hair down,” he said.

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    His voice was part gravel, part velvet, and it felt as if it was smoothing up and over Molly’s skin, abrading her, brushing her in places that hadn’t been brushed in . . .
    Was a year too awful to admit to?
    She was so rattled by him that all she could manage was to