Текст книги "Reckless Nights"

Автор книги: Karen Erickson

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Chapter Four

Reagan’s hands fell and let him look his fill, just as he demanded. Declan didn’t know what to check out first. Her full breasts, topped with perfect rosy nipples? The gentle curve of her waist, or the womanly flare of her hips? Or even better, the smooth slope of her stomach? Those long, pretty legs and what lay nestled between them…damn, those white lacy panties that hid her mysterious pink depths.

Yeah, it was all good. All. Fucking. Good.

His thoughts had turned almost poetic, which was not normal. When he was with a woman, all he could think about was getting her naked. Getting himself naked. Then getting inside her as fast as possible so both of them could find their satisfaction. He was all about pleasuring a woman, but ultimately, his orgasm was the most important mission. More than once he’d been told, especially in his drunk and drugged days, that he was a selfish lover.

Never had he denied it.

Now, all he could think about was lingering over every inch of Reagan’s skin. Discover where she was ticklish, what particular spot made her shiver, which spot made her moan. She was like a treasure he just found and was dying to explore further.

But she was looking at him like she was worried. Her eyes were dim and she gnawed on her lower lip, like she was afraid he didn’t approve of what he saw. Her hands automatically went back to her breasts and he wanted to scream in protest.

Disappointed? Not even close. That was the absolute farthest thing from the truth.

“Drop them, Reagan,” he said, his voice low and measured. He was barely holding on to his control. He didn’t want to scare her. “Please.”

Slowly, she let her hands fall again until her arms hung slack at her sides. She lifted her chin, her long, dark hair spilling down her naked back, a few strands tickling across her breasts. She looked like his every naked princess fantasy come to life.

Not that he fantasized about naked princesses per se, but…yeah. She had a regal, pristine look to her that was driving him wild. A look-but-don’t-touch aura that made him want to do nothing but touch.

And touch and touch again.

He approached her, his hands going to her waist and giving her a good squeeze as he pulled her into him. She gasped, her arms going around his neck, and then their mouths fused together, tongues dancing as he walked her backward toward the bed. Turning, he yanked her down along with him, taking the brunt of the fall onto the mattress, a pile of quivering, warm, sexy woman collapsing on top of him.

Never did their lips part. The kiss continued, his hands wandering, sliding all over her curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He rolled her over so she was on her back and he moved down the length of her, racing his mouth over her skin, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other, licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned her encouragement, unintelligible whispers falling from her lips, as if she’d lost all rational thought.

Damn, he loved it. He was driving her wild. Her reaction was making him wild too. Deftly he peeled her panties past her hips, down her legs, until he was flinging them onto the floor. He had her naked and sprawled beneath him, and he let his gaze rove over her, taking her in, unable to help but stare at the exposed flesh between her legs.

“Pretty,” he murmured as he reached out and drew his index finger along her folds. She shuddered, her legs clamping shut around his hand, but he pushed her thighs back open, needing the visual. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Declan,” she murmured, her eyes sliding shut, her back bowing when he slipped his finger deep inside her body. “Feels so good.”

“You need me to make you come, baby?” he asked, adding another finger to the first. She was so wet and as hot as a furnace, her inner walls clinging to his fingers. Her entire body was tense—he could tell her orgasm was just in the distance and he increased his pace, wanting to see her fall apart.

Needing to see her come undone. Just for him.

Reagan nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip, a whimper as her answer. Shifting upward, he pressed his thumb against her clit as he took her mouth in a languid, tongue-thrusting kiss, his fingers working deep, his thumb making frantic circles. His cock was hard as a rock; all he wanted was to sink deep inside her body, but not yet.

Not yet. This moment was all about her.

The orgasm came over her in a rush, his name falling from her lips as the climax shuddered through her body. She clenched around his fingers, her mouth falling away from his as she panted oh God again and again.

All he could do was watch and coax her down, his touch gentling as he offered her tender kisses. She was a sweaty, shaky mess, her breaths coming in harsh little pants. He’d never seen a woman look so beautiful.

The throb of satisfaction that moved through him…he was the one responsible for the blissed-out expression on her face? He couldn’t begin to explain it.

And he still had his fucking underwear on.

Pulling away from her, he shucked the offending boxer briefs off and moved over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a couple of condoms from the box he’d put inside. He turned to find her still lying where he left her, sprawled in the middle of his bed, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile curling her lips.

“You’re staring,” she said when he didn’t so much as move.

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

She cracked one open. “I could feel you watching me.”

“You make me sound like a stalker.”

A giggle escaped her. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Thousands of women would love to call you their stalker.”

“Are you saying you want me to be your stalker?” He rounded the side of the bed and crawled onto the mattress to join her, dropping the condom on the bedside table before he collapsed next to her. Stretching out his hand, he touched her, drifting his fingers along her breasts, across her belly, sliding between her legs. Her skin was like silk, soft and alluring, and he was unable to resist. If he had his choice, he’d keep on touching her for hours.

Days.

His searching fingers seemed to spark her into action. She moved so fast, the next thing he knew she was on top of him, staring into his face, her hair falling all around them like a dark curtain. A sensual smile curved her lips and she darted out her tongue, licking them to a sexy shine.

“It would be an honor,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes.

All the blood in his body seemed to drain south, settling in his throbbing cock, which happened to brush against her tempting ass. She wiggled against him like she was doing it on purpose, making his eyes cross, and he clamped his hands down, keeping her in place. Pressed nice and close against his cock.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought against his firm grip, her ass still moving against his cock, making him eager to thrust inside her welcoming body.

“Slow down.” He smoothed his hands along the curves of her plump flesh, his fingers getting closer and closer to her wet, hot center. She shivered in his arms, bending over him so she could settle her lips on his in a decadent kiss. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips as her legs fell open wider, as if encouraging his touch. “I planned on savoring you, but…”

“I don’t want you to,” she immediately answered, lifting her head so he could rain kisses along the column of her neck. “Please.”

It was the “please” that made him lift her away so she fell to his side. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom so he could tear into the wrapper and slide it over his cock. She watched with an eager gaze, moving closer so she could kiss his chest, her hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock around the base.

But he was quicker, flipping over her so he hovered above her, his hips wedged between her thighs, his cock poised and beyond ready for entry. She stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

So fucking beautiful.

He wanted to imprint this moment into his memory. The moment where he first slid inside Reagan’s body. Because when he entered her, felt the stretch and pull of her inner walls clasp tight around him, he closed his eyes, buried his face in her hair…

And realized he never, ever wanted to leave.

The man was huge. And heavy. His cock filled her completely up, his big body weighed over her, hot and solid and so amazingly firm. She wanted to run her hands all over every single inch of him, memorize his skin with her fingertips.

So she did. Her hands were everywhere all at once, and he hovered above her, his jaw tight, sweat on his forehead, hair nearly falling into his eyes as his cock throbbed deep inside her body. And he hadn’t even really moved yet.

She was afraid if he did, she might spontaneously combust.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he muttered hoarsely, sounding tortured.

Reagan gazed up at him, saw the restraint in his face, the distended cords of muscle in his neck. His arms were shaking and she reached out, ran her fingers along their length, causing gooseflesh to rise. “So do you.”

Declan shifted, sending him deeper, and they groaned in unison. “I can hardly move.”

“Why?” she asked, glancing down so she could stare at where their bodies connected. Oh, that was hot. His hips were smashed against hers and he was buried inside her to the very hilt. He lifted his hips, his cock withdrawing from her body slowly, and everything inside her fluttered and liquefied.

“I’m afraid I’ll—” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “—come too soon.”

Oh. She liked that. She liked that a lot. His admission did funny things to her stomach, making her feel…too much.

And she shouldn’t. This was a one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less.

“We have all night.” She curled her arms around his waist, running her hands along his ass, her nails lightly scratching the firm slabs of muscle. “To do this again and again.”

He raised his brow, flashing her that sexy, self-assured look she was beginning to like so much. “That’s a valid point.”

“I know.” She pressed her hands against his butt, encouraging him, and he began to move, slowly at first. Taking his time.

Driving her right out of her mind.

Declan kissed her, his tongue thrusting in time with his cock, pushing forward and retreating in a delicious rhythm that had her wound up completely. She was panting against his mouth, her legs wound tight around his hips, anchoring her body to his. She let her arms fall onto the bed and she curled her fingers into the comforter, needing something else to hold on to, to grip so tight she was afraid she might not be able to pry her fingers out of the fabric when they were through.

And he was far from through, despite his protests that he might blow too early. Unbelievably, she was already close to coming again. She’d never been able to come more than once during sex and had always secretly been jealous of multi-orgasmic women. She truly believed her body wasn’t capable of it.

Looked like Declan just proved her theory wrong—and she wasn’t protesting.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered as he gathered her to him, his mouth at her ear, her breasts smashed against his sweaty chest. “Could fuck you like this for hours.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she said breathlessly, a thrill moving through her at his words. Another thing she’d never really experienced—talking during sex. There were the usual moans and groans, but hardly any actual words had ever been used.

She’d missed out on a lot, it seemed.

“Feels good?” he asked, just before he bit her earlobe.

She nodded, unable to find the right words to say in return. But he wasn’t going for her silence. He wanted words and she desperately wanted to give them to him.

“Tell me what you like,” he encouraged.

“You,” she breathed, a little whimper escaping her when he circled his hips and somehow sent his cock even deeper inside her body.

“What about me?”

He was going to make her say it, wasn’t he?

“Your…cock.” He reached between them at that very moment, his fingers massaging her clit. “And your hands. Your fingers.”

“Feels good when I rub your clit? Are you close to coming?”

She nodded again, and his fingers stilled. Torturous. “Y-yes. So close.”

“I can tell. Your pussy is squeezing my cock tight.” His fingers moved once more, teasing her clit, increasing his pace as he thrust hard and deep inside her body. “Come for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart again.”

Oh, his words just did it for her. She came as if on command, something she never believed could happen, but here she was, falling apart just like he demanded. This orgasm was different, though. It radiated deep within her body, throbbed in her core and pulsated through her veins. Her stomach almost hurt, what with the way it violently clenched again and again. Her inner walls squeezed his cock tight and Declan stiffened above her, his entire body going still. She didn’t even think he was breathing.

“Fucking Christ,” he muttered in agony just before his orgasm slammed into him. He shouted her name, his hips driving into her, his entire body wracked with shudders as his explosive orgasm went on and on.

She could almost come again just watching him. Feeling him. She stared in wonder at his face. His beautiful, familiar, beloved face, one she stared at for years that now hung over hers, sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on her cheek. Any other man and she would’ve been grossed out. Not with Declan Carter, though.

The feeling of his hard, sweaty body mashed against hers was the best sensation ever. She never wanted it to end. But it would have to. Eventually.

So she needed to make the most of tonight and take what she could get.

“Fuck.” He pulled out of her body and collapsed in a heap beside her, slinging his arm across her stomach, the weight heavy, but she didn’t mind. She felt claimed. That perhaps he had to keep on touching her, like he was addicted to her. “That was unbelievable.”

Reagan skimmed her fingers along his forearm, running her thumb across the golden hair that grew there. He had the sexiest forearms ever. He had the sexiest everything ever. The man was a god. A god of all things sexual, and he’d just fucked her straight into oblivion.

“It was amazing,” she agreed with a little sigh, disappointed when he pushed out of the bed without a word and went into the bathroom. She missed his warmth, the solid weight of his body next to hers.

She plucked at the comforter, nervous over how she should react when he came back. Would he tell her it had been real and kick her out of his room, or would he want another go-around?

Please, please want another go-around.

Sitting up, she ran her hands through her hair, grimacing when she felt what a mess it all was. She must have looked a fright. Was her makeup running? She ran her finger beneath her eye and stared at the tip, seeing the telltale black smudge that hinted she probably looked like a raccoon, with her mascara running.

Great. Maybe he would kick her out of his bed now that the mirage was disappearing and the real Reagan showed up.

“Sorry.” She jerked in surprise at his apology, since she hadn’t heard him come back into the room. He approached the bed with a casual grace, his nakedness not seeming to bother him whatsoever. Not that it bothered her, oh no. She just felt like a fool, staring at him like he was God’s gift to women, her gaze zeroed in on his cock, which was rather impressive, and it wasn’t even erect.

Her cheeks heated when he smirked at her. He knew exactly what she was doing, but he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it.

“What are you sorry for?” she asked, feeling stupid.

“I had to go toss the condom.” He stopped at the foot of the bed, frowning. “Where are you going?”

“Oh.” She reached up, tried to smooth her hair out but it was no use. All that rolling around on the bed had turned it into a tornado around her head. “Um…” Should she be the one to say it first? That, wow, they had such a great moment, but now she needed to go?

Crap. She’d never had a one-night stand before, so her experience was zero in situations like this. She hated being unprepared and was completely out of her element with this one.

“You’re not leaving, are you? What happened to we have all night?” He came closer, until he was standing right in front of her, his cock in eye level. Mouth level.

Oh. My.

“Um.” She gazed up at him, saw that he was watching her with a mixture of concern and undeniable arousal lighting his eyes. “Do you want me to?”

“No.” He slowly shook his head, his cock hugely erect. A little smile curved his lips. “I want you to stay. As you can plainly see.”

Relief filled her. Yes. He didn’t want her to leave. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, licking her lips. His cock hardened even more in her grip. “You recover fast.”

“Must be the woman I’m with. She’s working some sort of magic over me,” he said, his expression sincere.

His words struck deep inside her, in the vicinity of her heart, which was ridiculous. They were just words, used to flirt and tempt and have fun with. He wasn’t being serious.

As she closed her lips over the head of his cock, he settled his hands in her hair, guiding her, saying rough, dirty words, urging her to do so many things she’d never once considered doing. She pushed past embarrassment and went for it, licking and sucking him into orgasm in an amazingly short amount of time.

It was amazing. Perfect.

She never wanted this moment to end.

Chapter Five

Where the hell r u?

Reagan stared at the text message from Natalie that was delivered about two hours ago. She wanted to answer. Really she did.

But she didn’t. She still hadn’t. Why not? Why couldn’t she tell her friend the truth? Maybe because it sounded sordid and trashy and she didn’t want her friends judging her or worrying about her?

Oh, don’t mind me. I’m with Declan Carter and he just fucked my brains out for, hmm, about the past twelve hours. I think I’ve gotten maybe an hour of sleep and I’ve never felt better in my entire life. The man has made me come so many times, I swear to God my clit is sore. My entire body is sore but especially between my legs. Though if he slipped that giant cock inside me at this very moment, I wouldn’t protest. Not really. Maybe a little. Fine, more like I’d beg him to fuck me harder.

And how is your trip to Vegas so far?

Yeah. That sort of message wouldn’t go over too well. She knew her friends, and they were most likely worried about her, disgusted with her, whatever. All of those things and more rolled up into one. She hated the guilt that swamped her for ditching them. This was supposed to be a girls’ weekend, damn it. Time to reconnect and bond with her friends while having a fabulous time in Vegas.

Not a weekend for her to indulge in nonstop, amazing sex with a sexy-as-hell actor who seemed to know her body better than she did.

“I ordered breakfast,” Declan said the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. She’d taken a shower—alone, because though he’d tried to persuade her to let him join her, she’d pushed him off because though she was tempted, oh my God, she knew she couldn’t take being fucked by the man one more time. She needed a break.

So she washed her tender body carefully, wincing when she touched her aching thighs, the spot between her legs. She felt raw and used and so blissfully delicious, it was sort of ridiculous.

“I’m hungry,” she admitted, smoothing a hand over her wet hair. She’d twisted it into a knot, using a band she had in her purse to pull it up. She had no makeup on, her skin was pink from the hot water and she was wearing a white, fluffy terrycloth robe provided by the hotel.

When she caught her reflection in the mirror after first getting out of the shower, she thought she looked young. Naïve. And so vulnerable. She was feeling vulnerable too. After the amazing night and morning they just shared, the time was ticking by faster and faster and soon it would be adios, Pepe before he sent her on her way.

No, she did not want to think about leaving him at the moment. That thought was just too depressing.

“I figured,” he said with a grin. He was wearing a pair of charcoal gray sweatpants and nothing else, and damn, the look was good on him. His hair was mussed, his skin gilded gold from the sunlight shining through the open curtains, and she’d never seen a more handsome sight. “Since I kept you up all night.”

She blushed like an innocent schoolgirl and silently cursed herself. What happened to the siren of last evening? The seductive woman set on getting Declan Carter naked as fast as possible? It was like she disappeared and left boring old Reagan in her wake.

It sucked.

When she didn’t answer him, he frowned, and she wondered if he could sense her discomfort. Lord knew she was being sort of weird at the moment, but she had no clue how to handle a situation like this. She felt awkward. Stay for breakfast and leave afterward? Throw off her robe and let him get a good look at her naked…possibly entice him to indulge in some more sexy times before breakfast arrived?

God, sexy times? She wanted to groan at herself but kept it in check.

“You okay?” He approached her, his hands going to her waist and grabbing on to nothing but fabric. “You seem out of sorts.”

She shrugged. “I feel out of sorts. I’m, um…not used to this.”

“Used to what?” His hands went to the front of her robe, toying with the ends of the fabric belt.

“The morning after an amazing night of sex with a virtual stranger?” she blurted out, closing her eyes the moment the words fell from her lips. Could she sound any dumber? “Uh, you know what I mean,” she said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her forehead bumping into the solid wall of Declan’s chest.

“Hey.” He slipped his hand around her nape and gave her squeeze. “There’s no reason for you to feel uncomfortable.”

“There isn’t?” His touch felt so good. He was massaging her neck, easing the tension there and she wanted to melt into him.

“I like having you here.” He kissed her forehead, his touch tender. “I liked waking up to you in my bed.”

She absorbed his words, let them sink in fully, but her brain wasn’t quite processing them. No way could he mean what she thought he meant? She must be reading way too much into this.

“It may have been only one night, but it feels…” His voice trailed off, and she lifted her head, his hand still around her nape as she stared up at him.

“It feels like what?” she asked, her mouth dry, her mind scrambling. She was both eager and scared to hear his answer.

But he didn’t answer. It was as if he realized he said too much, so she didn’t push. She didn’t want to for fear he’d say something he could never take back.

He remained quiet, his hand deftly untying the knot of her belt. The robe broke open, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze, and he stared at her, his lips parted, his breathing accelerating. Releasing his grip on her neck, he fell to his knees, his face directly in front of her sex, his warm breath feathering across her sensitive skin, and she shivered, nervous he might touch her there, where she was still so sore.

More nervous that he wouldn’t touch her there and leave her alone and disappointed.

Declan didn’t disappoint. Relief flooded her when he touched her reverently, his index finger drawing a delicate path in her pubic hair until he was teasing at the seam between her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and dark and full of promise. She did as he demanded, no questions asked, and when he pressed his face into her sex, she squealed in both surprise and delight.

His tongue flickered out, licking her, searching her already drenched folds, and she gripped a hold of his head. Closing her eyes, she curled her fingers into his thick hair as she tried her best to keep standing. A moan escaped her when he murmured unintelligible words against her hot flesh, his tongue working her into a frenzy. And when he added his finger into the mix, her legs shook, her belly clenched, and she knew, she just knew, she was going to come at any second.

“Room service!”

The rapid knock that followed the announcement from behind the door rendered them both still and her eyes flew open at the same exact moment his gaze met hers from where he knelt between her legs.

Slowly he pulled his mouth away from her, his finger still embedded inside her body. “You want to come now or later?” he asked.

What a question. “Both?” she answered hopefully.

Chuckling, he returned his attention to her sex, his tongue flicking her clit again and again, two fingers buried inside her body. The knock came again, even more rapidly this time, and she whimpered as heat flooded her body, the orgasm knocking the very breath from her as she ground her sex against Declan’s face. He gripped her hip with his other hand, holding her in place as she sobbed through her orgasm, not bothering to be quiet for the sake of the hotel employee on the other side of the door, waiting patiently.

Whoops.

Declan pulled away from her, his lips shiny from her juices, a giant smile on his face. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before he stood, dropped a sweet kiss to her lips and started for the door.

“I’ll go get breakfast,” he called from over his shoulder.

She watched him go, her gaze locked on his perfect ass as it moved beneath those perfect sweatpants. Good Lord, he was hot. And lethal, like a dangerous weapon to her senses. He made her come with his mouth and fingers all in the space of, what? Two minutes? And all she’d been doing since last night was coming. Again and again.

Could a person come too much? Could you die from too many orgasms? If that was true, what a way to go.

On weak legs, she walked over to the couch, collapsing onto the piece of furniture as if her bones just turned to mush. She could hear Declan talking to the employee delivering their breakfast, his voice calm, his laughter ringing true. She admired his ability to adapt so quickly and wondered for a scary, too-long moment if he was faking her out somehow.

And then she realized she sort of didn’t care.

Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it from the coffee table in front of her, answering when she saw who it was. Natalie.

May as well get it over with.

“Oh my God, you’re alive. About time you answered,” Natalie greeted her sarcastically.

“Everything okay?” Reagan tried her best to sound neutral. Like she just hadn’t had her world rocked, but crap, she sounded breathless. Blissed out. Great orgasms had a way of doing that to a girl.

“Yes. Are you okay?” Natalie asked.

I’m fine. Perfect. The man with the most perfect lips and tongue in all the universe just tongue fucked me into yet another intense orgasm. How are you doing?

“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard, knowing she sounded extremely evasive.

“Where are you?” Natalie’s voice lowered. “Are you with Declan Carter?”

“Uh…” Reagan’s gaze went to Declan as he came into view, pushing the room service cart in front of him. He smiled, his gaze warm as it lit upon her, and she wanted to die. Melt. Fling herself at him and tell him forget breakfast. They didn’t need food. They could live on each other.

“You are, you big whore! Oh my God, I love it,” Natalie practically squealed.

Wait a minute. Her friend was happy she was with Declan? She figured Natalie would be furious. “You’re not bothered by that?”

“Hell no. Who am I to judge? He was all into you last night, so you may as well go for it, right? Especially since you’ve had such a big crush on him for so long,” Natalie rattled on, embarrassing Reagan. She could feel her cheeks warm and she glanced up, saw that Declan wasn’t looking at her. Nope, he was too busy preparing their breakfast, having taken over the job from the room service delivery person.

Weird. And sweet. She liked it. He had an attentive side she found insanely attractive.

Fine. She found everything about him insanely attractive.

“What are you up to?” Reagan asked when Natalie finally paused to take a breath. “I’m sorry I left you. I hope you’ve been having fun.”

“Oh, I’ve been having a great time,” Natalie said.

Hmm. She sounded awfully vague. “What have you and Andrea been up to?”

“Andrea? Well…she hasn’t been around either.”

“She hasn’t?” God, were they all awful friends to Natalie or what? “I’m coming to our hotel right now,” Reagan said firmly, earning a concerned look from Declan. She turned away from him, hating how bad she felt that he heard her. “I can’t believe we both left you, Nat. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no. Don’t bother coming back now, have fun with Declan. I’m fine. I’ve been hanging out with someone too,” she said nonchalantly.

“Who?”

“You wouldn’t know him.”

“Him? Try me. What’s his name,” Reagan urged.

“I won twenty-five thousand dollars,” Natalie said, completely changing the subject.

“Wait a minute. Are you serious?” Reagan leapt to her feet, her gaze going to Declan’s.

“Dead serious. I won it last night on a slot machine. Can you believe it?” Natalie squealed.

“Oh my God!” Reagan started hopping up and down, her open robe bouncing around her body. Declan started to laugh, shaking his head, and she mock glared at him, tugging the robe around her and hiding her body from his appreciative gaze. “Congratulations. That’s amazing. I can’t believe it!”

“Me either.” Natalie started to laugh. “I’m rich!”

“Yeah, you are. We should go out and celebrate.” Reagan stopped jumping and started nibbling on her lower lip. “Tonight. Let’s get a bottle of champagne and drink to your good fortune.”

“I, uh, already have plans. But we can celebrate tomorrow with breakfast before we fly home,” Natalie suggested. “What do you think?”

“Sounds good.” Her friend was being weird. Evasive. As if she was trying to hide exactly who she was hanging out with. “Where’s Andrea?”

“She met some guy last night. Last I saw her, she was lip-locked with him in a dark corner at the party. She texted me this morning, letting me know she was okay,” Natalie explained.