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Kara.
    “He’s here with a woman.” Kara drank the last of her second margarita. “Besides, he’s not my type.”
    “Tall, sexy, and blatantly male isn’t your type? Good God, Kara, what is?”
    “I want someone real.”
    Holly considered her for a moment and sipped her Diet Coke. “This is all his fault.”

    “Oh, don’t start—”
    “If he’d been a man instead of a rat bastard, you might have a love life.”
    “You can’t blame him for my decisions.”
    “The jerk should be neutered.”
    Kara opened her mouth to protest, shut it again. She had once been in love with Galen Prentice, had believed he loved her, too. But he had betrayed her and dumped her when she’d needed him most. She’d found herself in the exact same situation as her mother—raising a child by herself.
    “You know what I think?” Holly took another sip of her Diet Coke.
    “I feel certain you’re going to tell me.”
    “I think you were so hurt by that S.O.B. you’re afraid to spend time with any man who might actually turn you on. That’s why you haven’t been on a date in five years. You hide behind motherhood and your job and use your responsibilities as a way to hide from life.” Holly nodded her stylish blond head decisively, and, apparently done preaching, bit into another chip.
    Kara felt tears prick behind her eyes, fought them back. “I’ve been on dates. I went out with Todd Myers, remember?”
    Holly gave Kara a withering look. “Todd Myers is gay as a daisy, and you knew it! You prove my point.”
    The waiter arrived at the table with two plates, a sizzling platter and all the fixings for fajitas for two. “Is there anything else I can get you ladies? More drinks?”
    Kara started to say no, but Holly had already answered for her.
    “More Diet Coke for me, and definitely another marg for her.”
    By the time the remains of the fajitas were cleared away, the conversation had moved from men to having sex with men, and Kara was feeling better than she’d felt in ages. She was floating, and everything in the world seemed warm, fuzzy, perfect.
    She glanced at her empty glass and wondered what exactlythey put in their margaritas. Whatever it was, it was really, really, really strong.
    “What I miss most is kissing.” She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to conjure up the sensation. “I love it when you feel that first brush of his lips on yours. And when his tongue slips into your mouth—mmmm.”
    Holly smiled at her and poked at the ice in her glass with her straw.
    “You know what else I love?”
    “Hard cock?”
    Kara heard Holly, of course, but she wasn’t going to let Holly interrupt her train of thought. It was so like Holly to go straight for the crotch. “I love it when a man licks my nipples. It makes me crazy! I can’t even think about it without feeling turned on.”
    Holly shrugged, still smiling. “That’s nice, but I prefer his mouth a bit farther south.”
    “Galen refused to do that. But I knew this guy in college who said he really liked it.”
    “And?”
    “And what?”
    “Was he any good at it?”
    Kara nodded and felt heat suffuse her cheeks at the memory. She leaned forward and looked straight into Holly’s eyes. “I think it’s soooo erotic when you kiss him afterwards—and taste yourself on his mouth!”
    A man’s voice interrupted the conversation. “What are you ladies talking about?”
    Senator Sheridan. He stood beside the table, his coat draped over his arm.
    Kara looked up, felt the heat of his smile, and answered without thinking. “I was just saying I think it’s really erotic when you kiss a man and taste yourself on his mouth.”
    Some part of her wondered through a tequila haze whether she had just said something she shouldn’t have. But before she had time to consider it, the senator pulled out a chair and sat.

    “I’d have to agree.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “That is erotic.”
    She could smell his aftershave—something warm and enticingly