“I’ve the libido of a starfish,” Taran replied flatly. “So, I don’t care.”
“In the future, you’ll care again,” I whispered.
“Surely there are celebrities you’d jump if you had the chance.” Cammie tried to lighten the mood.
Taran gave her a half-hearted smirk. “If Brodan Adair weren’t married, I’m sure he could unstarfish my libido.”
Cammie chuckled. “He’s getting on a bit, is he not?”
“Uh, no. That man will still be sexy as hell at seventy,” Taran argued.
“Nah, give me some North Hunter over Brodan Adair any day.”
“He’s actually very nice,” I offered.
Cammie gaped. “You’ve met North Hunter?”
“Yeah. He was at a gala in New York about five years ago. He had his wife with him. She’s stunning. And funny. I liked them.”
Cammie made a face at Taran. “She’s casually name-dropping. Sometimes I forget you used to socialize with the one percenters. I suddenly feel very uninteresting and unglamorous.”
I chuckled, shaking my head at her teasing. “You could never be uninteresting or unglamorous.”
“Aww, thanks.” Cammie fluttered her eyelashes comically. She eyed Taran again. “What about non-celebrities? You have to admit, our wee island has a disproportionate number of hotties. There’s nothing wrong if you contemplated potentialfuturepartners.” Cammie’s expression softened with something I’d call hope.
Realizing where her thoughts had gone, I tensed.
Taran’s expression shut down, a hardness creeping into her eyes.
“What about Murray Shaw?” I blurted out, diverting any thoughts from Quinn.
She blinked, the hardness softening. “Murray? Isn’t he married?”
“How can you have been back this long and not know he’s divorced?” Cammie asked quietly.
She shrugged. “I haven’t been paying much attention.” She frowned. “Murray and I were never close. So … he’s divorced?”
To my surprise, Cammie’s features tightened. “Aye … he and his wife split and she took their daughter Kelly to the mainland.”
Taran winced. “I didn’t know.”
“It was fairly recent and a fairly ugly divorce.” Cammie frowned. “It was so ugly, anyone caught gossiping about it was swiftly shut down. Kelly visits for a few weeks during the summer and the odd weekend here and there.”
“That sounds shit for Murray.” Taran scowled.
“Aye, just the way Jill wants it to be. She and Murray finalized their divorce last year and Jill has turned into the ex-wife from hell. Such a cliché. It gives ex-wives a bad name when some of them are so decent they deserve a medal.” She bit her lip, probably because she was thinking of Quinn’s ex-wife whom I knew Cammie liked and respected.
Awkward silence fell over the table, and I could see Taran disappearing inside herself.
Desperate to keep her with us, I blurted out in a hushed whisper, “Ramsay ties me to his bed.”
Their heads whipped toward me in unison.
My cheeks flushed. “A few years back, London told me I might need a bit of an alpha in the bedroom to get … you know … Well, nothing else was working for me.”
Cammie’s grin was slow and delighted. “But Ramsay knows how to dominate, huh?”
I covered my face with an embarrassed groan/laugh combo. My reply was muffled.
