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brother’s wife only knew how accurate that was. Her phone was currently sitting on the tabletop instead of tucked away in her purse because she didn’t want to miss any important calls. “My phone is kind of a needy boyfriend, I have to admit.”
    “Balance can be hard,” Tuesday said. “I have the opposite problem. I have flexible hours and Diesel works at home on his own schedule so lately, since I moved in with him, neither one of us have been particularly productive.”
    “More like reproductive,” Suzanne said with a grin.
    “No! No reproduction. Not yet. We’re not ready to be parents. At least I’m not.” Tuesday raised her diet soft drink in a toast. “Here’s to balance. Happiness. Orgasms.”
    “Amen, sister!” Suzanne lifted her virgin margarita.
    Eve did the same with her Cuervo Gold. She would definitely drink to orgasms. And anything that turned the topic of conversation away from her lack of a social life and slim pickings for a potential mate.
    As all glasses went up, Eve’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen. It was Nolan Ford. She hesitated. Part of her wanted to answer it. Part of her wanted to stay as far away from Nolan as she possibly could. He made her far too aware of her own body, and that wasn’t good when she was talking about a member of her brother’s pit crew.
    “Who is that?” Suzanne asked. “Is it business or social?”
    It figured that someone would call her out on it. “Um, it’s business, for the most part. There’s a jackman who had a little uniform issue.”
    “Oh, my God, that was awesomely hilarious,” Tuesday said. “Nolan Ford’s fine behind just splayed out while he pumped that jack . . . those are the days I live for in blogging.”
    “Yeah, same here. Not.” Eve rolled her eyes. “I had to go tell him to wear underwear. This is the insanity of my job. I tell grown men they need to wear underwear.”
    “Have you seen his arms? And we all saw his ass.” Tuesday said. “He is in top shape. That job demands it. He lifts a three-ton car. I say let him skip the underwear if he wants to.”
    Eve crossed her legs. “And I say I can’t imagine your fiancé would appreciate that.”
    “It’s called appreciation of the male form. I have no intention of touching, but I can look. You, on the other hand, you can touch.”
    “I don’t want to touch Nolan Ford.” Which was such a lie she was shocked her nose didn’t leap out two feet.
    “Who actually called you?” Suzanne asked, leaning over to try to see Eve’s phone.
    “Do you have an interest in Nolan?” Kendall asked.
    They were coming at her like a swarm of bees, question after uncomfortable question. Eve felt herself panicking, felt anger surging. They meant well, she knew that, but she didn’t have any answers.
    “I don’t know! All I know is that my job sucks and I’m pissed off all the time and I haven’t had sex in a long time.” Eve took a gulp of her drink, her mouth suddenly hot. “And then Nolan splits his pants and I yell at him and instead of giving me attitude, he says he’ll buy me a beer. I mean, what is that? He double dog dared me so of course I had to say yes. I couldn’t turn down a dare. But why do I feel like I have a fever around him?”
    There was a moment of stunned silence as they all gawked at her around the table.
    “Oh, sweetie,” Tamara said.
    Which made Eve feel like a complete loser. She wasn’t asking for sympathy. She wanted explanations.
    Tuesday just nodded. “From one control freak to another, hey, I get it. But maybe you shouldn’t analyze your reaction. Maybe you should take him up on his offer of a beer.”
    “I agree,” Suzanne said, twisting her blond hair into a bun, her diamond ring flashing in the light. “Sometimes the best things come out of spontaneity. Like my baby.” She laughed.
    “I don’t know how to be spontaneous.” Eve was pretty sure it would actually hurt.
    “Well, if that was Nolan, call him back. That’s an