"You do?"
"Yep. No more dancing around and pretending that I'm all right with just being friends. I intend to take matters into my own hands. I'm going to seduce him, either that, or I'm springing fora dog. A nice, adorable poodle or a Labrador, with chocolate fur and kind eyes. One who will not chew on my shoes and piss on my very clean floor."
Abby hid her smile behind the glass. "And who will take care of this dog when you have to be at the hospital?"
She aimed hopeful green eyes on her friend.
"Hell to the no."
"You have no idea what I was going to say."
"I'm psychic."
"Zoe is longing to have a dog."
"Zoe is a little person and does not get a vote. None of us are ever really at home and I will not get a poor dog and leave it to be handled by the household staff. I already told her that. Anyway, we both know you're not getting a dog."
"I haven't had sex in six months." Jillian moaned, refilling their glasses. "No, make that eight."
"You had sex just before you left." Abby reminded her.
"That was angry sex when I discovered your brother was seeing that judge. Whatever happened to her?"
"She started getting clingy."
"The bitch. I wanted to kill her."
"Instead you had sex with handsy Joe."
"Make that 'lousy in bed Joe.'" She flopped back on the cushions and closed her eyes in mortification. "I was desperate."
"No one should be that desperate."
Popping one eye open, Jillian eyed her. "How about you?"
"A year." Abby sipped wine and grinned as her friend stared at her in shock.
"Okay, you win. Why?"
Abby shrugged. "I'm a single mother who happens to run a very demanding business. And most men are intimidated by the fact that I'm those two things. The last one told me that I was cold and passionless. I told him to go screw himself and that was that."
Jillian eyed her for a minute before taking another sip. "I'm planning on ending my dry spell, what about you?"
"No plans. I'm fine."
"Are you? Honey, I saw the way you were with Kincaid Tyrell."
"Don't." Abby warned.
"I happen to be your best friend, and I'm allowed to be blunt and the voice of reason. The man is back in town, and it's bound to come out sooner or later that he's Zoe's daddy."
"He's not." Jerking her shoulders at the look on her friend's face, she took a swallow of the wine. "He was just a sperm donor."
"Who has no idea that he has a daughter. Things like that are bound to come out."
"Hopefully not now. Zoe's my daughter and that's the way it's going to stay."
"Have you figured out what to tell her when she starts asking?"
