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little pebble I can toss down for them to follow this time?"
    "Make it something vague," Nancy suggested. "Tell them you can see the sweeping view of the city skyline from your hotel room window or something like that."
    Rhonda grinned. "Nice one."
    Nancy shrugged. "I read it in the hotel brochure. You post that, and they'll have you in New York or San Diego. They'll never believe you're in Bangkok."
    " I still don't believe I'm in Bangkok. It's amazing! And it's all thanks to you."
    Nancy, in a miraculous roll of the casino dice, had won a trip for two to the luxurious Chatrium Suites in Bangkok, Thailand, and insisted Rhonda accompany her. The older woman wouldn't take no for an answer. Not that Rhonda tried very hard to decline the invitation.
    "You needed a vacation, sugar. Besides, who else would I bring? Tina's got her muscle-bound hunk, and I don't like anyone else at the restaurant these days."
    Well, if that didn't make a girl feel wanted, Rhonda didn’t know what would. She bit back a smile, knowing her friend didn't mean anything by the comment. "You could've asked Bobblehead. I bet he would've closed the restaurant for a week just to come with you."
    Nancy reached behind her, grabbing for the hairbrush on the dresser. "I ought to bop you a good one for even thinking that."
    Bob Rainer, manager of The Gold Corral Seafood Restaurant, got his nickname because of his bowling-ball-sized head on his toothpick-sized neck. Wide shoulders, even wider chest, potbelly gut, and bird legs completed the package to make him a truly laughable sight.
    "Better yet, I'm going to tell your mother." Nancy spun back around, her nose stuck haughtily in the air. The glimmer in her wrinkled-rimmed eyes gave her away.
    "After the night Lucas treated her to, I doubt she will want to hear anything about unruly children for a good long while." Rhonda had left her nine-year-old son with her mother for the week. She figured if she got lucky, she would only have to listen to her mother guilt trip her out for a few weeks after she returned. She added a month to that prediction when she learned Lucas had been allowed to have a sleepover last night.
    "That sweet boy of yours doesn't know how to be unruly."
    "Shows how well you know Lucas," Rhonda muttered, refreshing the page on her browser before situating the cursor in the "What's on your mind?" box to start her latest post. "When he gets together with Timmy Magee, the best thing you can do is grab a drink and a book and head for the bedroom."
    It's exactly what she did two nights before leaving for Bangkok when she let Lucas and Timmy get together at her house. She made the boys popcorn, blocked the bad channels on the television, plugged in the game systems, and headed to her bedroom with a steamy romance novel and a glass of cabernet.
    And ended up spending the night fantasizing about him .
    Those fantasies replayed in her mind in super-fast want-to-do-you mode before she could stop them. She saw Michael dressed to impress in a dark Armani suit over a white shirt that tempted her to unbutton it and peel it off his wide shoulders. He leaned casually against the desk in his office, feet crossed at the ankles, lips tilted in a come-get-me smile. Her heart tripped as wetness pooled in her panties.
    She imagined herself walking toward him, slowly removing her clothes and watching as the desire ignited in his exotic eyes. He extended his left hand, and she took it, entwining their fingers as he spun her around and lifted her to sit on the desk. His hands grazed up her arms, then down her sides, barely touching, yet sending her senses into a riotous overload. A shiver of debilitating awareness moved through her as he urged her thighs to spread and sank to his knees.
    She actually felt the silky strands of his dark hair fisted in her fingers as the warmth of his breath fanned the sensitized flesh of her pussy lips. Oh, sweet merciful gods, if felt so good, too good. He slipped a finger between her