“Who decides this shit?” Sam asked, flabbergasted. “Does someone sit around and make these decisions for everyone?”

Laughing, Angela said, “It’s long-standing tradition. And hello? Weren’t you married before?”

“I certainly never stressed out about what to give him for an anniversary gift. We just went out to dinner or something.”

“And now you care enough to at least ask what you should get for him,” Tracy said. “That is just one of the many ways your second marriage is a huge improvement over the first.”

“There’s no comparison,” Sam said. “I want to get it right like he always does. So what do I give him?”

“It doesn’t technically count as paper, but a Brazilian would make him happy,” Angela said, snickering.

“How do you know?” Tracy asked, slightly horrified.

“I’ll never tell.”

Tracy pounced. “Have you had one?”

“Maybe.”

“This I need to hear,” Sam said. “Do tell.”

Lowering her voice so there was no chance Zach could overhear, Angela said, “After Ella was born, I was feeling kinda...I don’t know, frumpy, I guess. I have horrible stretch marks, and my belly looks like a war zone. I was afraid Spence wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“Which you know is insane,” Sam said. “That man worships the ground you walk on.”

“Still... After one of my friends put the idea of getting waxed in my head, I couldn’t get it out, so I decided to try it.”

“And...” Tracy raised her brows in inquiry.

“He freaking loved it. Went nuts over it. Spent hours down there. Needless to say, after that, I wasn’t worried that I’d lost my appeal anymore.”

Sam fanned her face. “Wow. That sounds hot. Did the waxing hurt?”

“Like a motherfucker. But it was so worth it. If you’re interested, I’ve got a girl who’s great.”

“In light of who I’m married to,” Sam said, “I can’t just go to a salon and ask to have my hoo-ha waxed.”

Tracy and Angela dissolved into laughter. “I can have her come to you. She’d be thrilled.”

“Not sure how I feel about knowing there’s a random woman out there who’d be thrilled to wax my unmentionables.”

“Trust me, when you’re all out and proud, you want someone working down there who knows what she’s doing. You want me to set it up?” Angela leaned in, lowering her voice. “He was down there for hours...”

“How do you have time for hours of that?” Tracy asked. “You’ve got two little kids.”

“Who are in bed by seven o’clock every night,” Angela said, winking at Tracy.

The thought of surprising Nick with something so unexpected for their getaway was too appealing to resist. “I’ll do it,” she said before she could change her mind.

“You will not be sorry.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“Now I want it too,” Tracy said.