“Let’s just say people weren’t only interested in her windsurfing lessons,” Mick said. Abby smacked Mick’s roasting stick, sending her golden marshmallow into the flames. “That one was perfect, dick!”
“I didn’t know you were giving lessons.” Kate frowned.
“She wasn’t certified to, but don’t tell the tourists that,” Jill said. “Not that I think they cared, or that they were actually going to her for lessons.”
“Honestly, I’m impressed with your ingenuity, Cruz,” T.K. said.
“I’m impressed you know how to use ingenuity in a sentence, T.K.,” Abby said, desperate to change the subject and hide her escapades from the one person they might hurt. “Tell us about Spain.”
“Oh, where to begin?” T.K. threw her head back. “It started with Andres in Barcelona. I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life. He walked right up to me and called me an angel. Best sex ever. I’m talking hours.”
Coach Whitley stood. “Okay, it might be time for us to say good night.”
“No, but Coach, there’s more. He took me to a yacht party and introduced me to Valentina. A goddess. I kissed her all night, until her husband, Felipe, showed up. He’s a professional polo player. He wasn’t even mad. It was my first threesome.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Coach Whitley said as the girls shrieked with laughter. “We’re going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”
“Good night!” they called.
With the coaches gone, Jill sighed in relief and dug in her pocket. “Thank God. I thought they’d never leave. Good work, T.K.”
“All of that was true. Valentina did this amazing thing with her hips where she rolled and put pressure on my—”
“Okay, enough.” Jill revealed a brownie wrapped in cellophane. “You all down?”
“Hell yes.” Abby smiled. “I’m not sleeping out here sober.”
Jill unwrapped the edible and passed out a few pieces, pausing when she reached Kate. “You want to, Hutch?”
Kate bit her lip. “It’s uh, pot, right?”
Jill nodded.
“Have you ever gotten high?” T.K. asked.
“No.” Kate shook her head. “We signed a contract to not.”
“Oh, please. This shit is legal.”
Abby leaned in and lowered her voice. “Don’t make her do it if she doesn’t want to.”
Kate ignored her. “It won’t make me feel crazy, right? It doesn’t last too long?”
“You’ll just feel relaxed. It’s nice.” T.K. broke off a fifth of the brownie. “Here.”
“Give her a smaller piece,” Abby said.
“I can handle it.” Kate glared.
She narrowed her brow back. “Fine.”
“Bon appétit.” Jill grinned.
Abby gritted her teeth to resist stopping Kate. Her eyes still said as much to her. And Kate’s eyes responded in defiance, brow raised as she took her bite. Abby grumbled under her breath, and while she couldn’t stop Kate, she could stop herself. She nibbled a crumb of brownie, then covertly slid the larger remaining portion into her jacket.
They poked at the fire and fell into low conversation as they awaited the edible’s effects.
T.K. groaned. “I don’t think I took enough. Do you have more?”
