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~ EXCERPT ~
Gina waited until Pietro left before leaning forward. "So, are you gonna do it?"
"Do what?" Kat asked, taking another sip of water. She had a burning need to cool off, and in a hurry.
"Slip him the spare room key and ask him to deliver dessert."
Kat spluttered. "Are you out of your mind? Besides, he just wanted us to eat here. That's all the flirting was."
"Right." Gina just looked at her. "I'm sure he spends ten minutes conversing in Italian with all the tourists."
Kat felt her cheeks heat. "He was just being polite."
"Of course he was. That's why he keeps looking over here."
Darting a glance around her menu, Kat noticed that Pietro was indeed looking in their direction. "I have no idea why he's looking."
"I'll give you two hints," Gina said, "and they're both below your chin."
Kat looked down at "the twins." The apple green halter dress complimented her cinnamon-brown skin and showed her assets to advantage, making it well worth the price tag. Between the dress and Gina's spa treatments, she was looking and feeling good. The flirting didn't hurt either.
"I'm sure he doesn't mean anything by it," Kat finally said. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy it though."
"He didn't look at me like that, and he didn't mention having a thing for Jewish-Hispanic women either. But then you've got tits for days, while I have a couple of peaches in my bra."
"Gina! God, the stuff that comes out of your mouth—and you haven't had any alcohol yet!" Kat fanned herself with the menu. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with having boobs the size of peaches."
"Not unless I'm standing next to your chest o' plenty." Gina sat back in her chair, glass balanced in her fingers. "So?"
"So what?" Gina could change a conversation faster than bets changed hands in Vegas.
"What if he does mean something by all the flirting? Would you go for it?"
Kat flattened the menu to the table, remembering how she'd reacted to Pietro's voice. His hand sliding along her back as he'd guided them to the table had been shiver-inducing in the Miami Beach heat. The way he'd kissed her hand after being introduced almost had her fanning herself with the menu. Her libido sat up and purred.
"Girl, if he was really interested, I'd hit that in a heartbeat!"
Gina grinned. "You go girl. There's nothing like rebound sex to make you forget an ex."
"Is that the gospel according to Gina?"
"Damn skippy." Gina leaned forward, pointing with one perfectly French manicured nail. "And just think how overjoyed he'll be when he sees you in all your bare-skinned glory! He'll fall to his knees in thanks. Then you can straddle his face."