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suspected none of the guys she’d dated needed her either, though.
    They’d had some laughs, enjoyed a few good conversations, seen some terrific movies. There had even been a few nice kisses and two sexual encounters that had been good, if not spectacular. Then they’d parted ways without any heartbreak, major emotional upheaval or…desperation.
    “You were attracted to him, though?” Carmen clarified.
    Danika shrugged again. “I guess.” She’d found him handsome. He was a good dresser.
    “Were you hot for him?” Abi asked. “Did you want to tear his clothes off? Could you not wait until you were alone? Did you sit across the table from him at dinner and think about taking the sugar packets and shaking them out all over his body and then licking it off?” Carmen and Danika stared at her. Abi looked from one to the other.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Luke is a lucky guy,” Carmen finally said.
    Danika had to chuckle. “No, I never thought about covering him in anything. Or licking him.” She heard one of the men choking at the next table. She resisted looking in that direction.
    “I think you’re doing it backward,” Abi told her.
    “I’m doing what backward?” Danika felt the need to clarify, especially with Abi. It was never safe to assume that Abi was talking about anything conventional.
    “Finding a relationship.”
    “Backward how?” Danika wasn’t sure why she kept asking questions. Not that her sisters needed her participation to keep the conversation going, but they might mistake the questions as encouragement.
    “Most people have a physical attraction first, then they get to know each other and put the two together to find out if they’re compatible. You’re doing it backward.”
    “Because I’m choosing to date men that I want to talk to versus men I want to lick?” Danika clarified.

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    “Yes.” Abi looked very pleased that Danika was understanding.
    “Are you kidding?”
    “No.”
    “So I should just go to bed with the first fudge brownie I see and then hope that he can actually string words together into a sentence?”
    “Right.”
    “Isn’t that the opposite of the advice a normal, sane person would give to someone?” Danika asked.
    “You need an orgasm, not political opinions or the history of the mining of tanzanite.”
    “What if the guy can’t even spell tanzanite?”
    “If he can help you find your G-spot, who the hell cares?” Abi asked. “Once you figure out what does it for you, then you can teach the guy who stimulates your mind how to stimulate your—”
    “Abi!” Danika interrupted.
    There was a snort of laughter from the next table. Ignoring it—kind-of—Danika asked, “You want me to pick up a random stranger?”
    “You might have to get some new clothes first,” Carmen said.
    “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
    “You dress like a kindergarten teacher,” Abi inserted.
    “I do?”
    “And no guy thinks of kindergarten teachers as sexy,” Carmen said.
    “Unless you turn it into a fantasy, role-playing, sexy-teacher-naughty-student thing,” Abi piped up.
    “Sometimes Luke and I—”
    “Stop!” Danika held up a hand. “The last thing I need in my head is the idea of you and Luke in costume having sex.”
    The men at the next table laughed out loud at that.

    “Learning to have orgasms with you would be like learning to play chopsticks with Beethoven. She couldn’t find a man with more expertise.” Ben Torres was grinning widely at his best friend and brother-in-law.
    “Thank you very much.” Sam Bradford raised his beer bottle in salute. He drank, then set the bottle on the table. He should have turned the conversation to his sister’s upcoming surprise birthday party, or sports, or weather, or anything else, but he couldn’t take his attention away from the woman behind him.
    “You think I should offer to coach her?” he asked, trying to act cavalier.
    “Definitely. A chance to put