“I’d give my lapidary saw to have a threesome with Hammer and Ink,” Chloe declared.
“What’s a lapidary saw?”Gwen wondered.
“One of her jewelry-making thingies,” Bailey replied.
“But since the chances of that happening are exactly zero,” Chloe continued, “I’m moving on.In fact, I’ll just get a double-headed dildo and call it good.”
“TMI,” Gwen protested.
“Prude,” Bailey accused.
“Libertine,” Gwen countered.
Bailey turned to Chloe.“Did she just call me a slut?”
“Sort of, but in a very proper and ladylike fashion.Can we forget I ever brought this up?”
“No, it’s your birthday wish.It’s important.We can figure this out.”
“Ican figure this out,” Chloe corrected.“It’s not a group project.”
Bailey ignored her.“If Hammer and Ink are off the table, and so are hookup apps—Gwen is right, that’s a terrible idea—”
Gwen smirked.“Told you.”
“—then we’re going to have to get creative.”Bailey tapped a blue-tipped fingernail against her lips.“Do you know anybody who’d be up for this?”
“Every cook and busboy at the restaurant,” Gwen replied.“But you’d probably be safer with the bikers.”
“Seriously?That restaurant has a Michelin star,” Chloe said.
Gwen snorted.“Like that means anything.”
“I could ask Nash,” Bailey went on.“I’m sure he knows someone.He’d probably do it himself, actually, if you wanted.”
Gwen’s eyes went round with shock.“He’s your ex.”
“We haven’t been together since college.We’re just friends, and at least I know you’d be safe with him.Plus, I know he’s done threesomes before.”
“With you?”
“I’d tell you, but it’s probably TMI.”
Gwen stuck out her tongue.
Bailey returned the gesture, then turned to Chloe.“Want me to call him?”
Chloe hesitated.Nash was a good guy, attractive and appealing in a bad-boy kind of way.But she’d always felt there was unfinished business between him and Bailey, something more than the simple friendship they both claimed, and the last thing she wanted to do was end up in the middle of a mess.She glanced at Gwen, saw theoh-hell-noreflected in her friend’s wide brown eyes.“I appreciate the thought, but it would just be too weird.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind, the offer stands.”
“Maybe you should try a swingers club,” Gwen suggested.“Those places have pretty strict rules about who they let in, consent, that kind of thing.”
“That’s not a bad idea.”Bailey picked up her phone.“Are there any swingers clubs in Braxton?”
“I have no idea.”Gwen scooted over to look over Bailey’s shoulder.“Shouldn’t swingers have an apostrophe?”
“No.It’s a club for people who swing, not a club that belongs to a swinger.And stop breathing on me.”
