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head in.
    “Hey. Dinner’s here.”
    Miki grabbed Sara by her T-shirt, snatched her into the room, and slammed the door.
    “What the hell?”
    “You sent me to Conall’s room, you bitch!”
    “Did I? Huh. How did I make that mistake?” Sara ducked as a bottle of shampoo flew at her head. “Jesus Christ, woman! Calm yourself!”
    “Stop trying to set me up with him!”
    “I’m just trying to get you laid… put it down!” Miki debated whether to chuck the hairbrush in her hand at her best friend. After a good thirty seconds, she lowered her arm. Sara smiled. “So you went to his room. What’s the big deal?”
    Miki glared. “He found me face down on his bed smelling his comforter.”
    Sara choked then exploded into laughter. Miki raised her brush again. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Dude, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d get so… comfortable so quickly.”
    “Bottom line is you and Angelina need to back off.”
    Sara took a deep breath. “ Darlin ’ I don’t see the problem. He’s hot. He’s straight. He’s disease free. Next to my Zach he’s walking perfection. What is the deal?”
    “The deal is guys like him suck you in, make you theirs, then fuck you over. It’s like in their DNA or something.”
    “Now you’re just talking about your father.”
    “I prefer the term sperm donor. And I’m not going to end up like my mother.”
    “Of course not. Especially ‘cause you’re not a sixteen-year-old virgin, screwed over by a rich townie, and left pregnant. So, already you’re ahead of the game.”
    Miki glared at Sara’s sarcasm. “I already had this goddamn conversation with Angelina. And if you two whores want to have meaningless sex with some guy you just met… like getting head at a rave from a biker… that’s your choice.”
    “Hey! That’s not fair. And it was hardly meaningless. I’m practically married to the guy.”
    “Don’t care. Back off.”
    Sara sighed. “Fine. Fine. I’ll back off.”
    “Thank you.”
    And Sara backed off for a total of fifteen seconds. “Although a vibrator does not a life partner make.” Miki growled. “Why are you two obsessed with Mr. Happy?”
    “Maybe because you actually named it.”
    “Whatever.” Miki turned back to her suitcase. But she stopped when she saw something that she knew she didn’t pack. She pulled out a brown paper bag. “Dude, I didn’t pack this.” Visions of international spies using her as a transporter flew through her mind. But the expression on Sara’s scarred face told her a different story.
    “
You
may not have packed it…”
    Miki frowned and opened the bag. There were boxes of condoms inside. And a note lay right on top. Immediately she recognized Angie’s perfect handwriting. “Really, isn’t it time you got laid? – Angie.”
    “I hate both of you.”
    “Now. Now.” Sara backed up toward the door. “Angie and I just want you to be safe. You’re not on any birth control. Sometimes people get lost in the moment. Angie did it with the best of intentions. We care about you and just want you to be happy.”
    “Fuck her. Fuck you. And for that matter fuck your intentions.”
    “See. Those are the tense cuss words of a woman that needs to get laid.” Sara ducked the bag of condoms just in time, tore the door open, and ran. Miki sat down on the edge of her bed and dropped her head in her hands. This was going to be a long, long trip.
    ***
    “Forget it.”
    Sara shrugged. “Okay. You can ride with Zach.”
    “In hell.” Sara didn’t answer Zach’s bark. She just reached back and punched him in the chest. “I’m not riding with…” Miki smiled sweetly, “
him.”
    “Then you better get your ass over there.” Miki glanced over at Conall . He leaned against his bike, looking as casual and innocent as always. It didn’t help that he was wearing black jeans, black boots, black Tee, and a black leather jacket. He looked fucking phenomenal in all black. He gave her that innocent smile and