Ignoring her enchiladas, Imogen sighed. “It was so, so good. I think that’s a bad thing.”

“Why, sweetie?” Tamara asked, looking concerned. “I think it would be bad if the sex sucked, but good sex shouldn’t be a bad thing, right?”

“Not in my book,” Suzanne said.

Imogen didn’t answer right away, and Tamara said, “You like him too much, don’t you? This isn’t casual for you, is it?”

Yikes. “Of course it is,” she protested. “I mean, where would it go? He’s a race car driver who likes being outdoors; he’s impulsive, reckless. I’m methodical, logical, addicted to air-conditioning. It would never work, and I know that. I just wanted to do it anyway, and I think that was a miscalculation on my part. Because now I know what sex with him is like. And it’s amazing.”

“Why? What’s he doing exactly?” Suzanne turned to Tamara. “I bet he’s hung.”

Tamara smacked Suzanne on the arm. “Whether a man is hung or not isn’t the only thing necessary to have amazing sex with him.”

“Are you saying Elec isn’t hung?” Suzanne asked.

The expression on horror on Tamara’s face actually made Imogen smile.

“Of course he is,” Tamara said. Her hands came up to indicate size before she quickly dropped them. “It . . . he keeps me very happy.”

Now Suzanne and Imogen were both laughing.

“Anyway,” Tamara said, waving her hand around. “This isn’t about me and Elec. This is about you and Ty. I don’t think you can assume that future sex is ruined for you. Just look at this way—if Ty could give that to you, so can some other man. He opened a sexual door for you, and that’s a positive outcome.”

“You going to do it again with him?” Suzanne asked, studying her carefully.

“She just said she isn’t,” Tamara said.

“No. I didn’t. And yes, I actually am.” Imogen took another massive sip of her drink.

“I knew it,” Suzanne said triumphantly.

“You are?” Tamara asked in disbelief. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“Since when does being wise come into play when you’re coming?” Suzanne asked. “The girl got her freak on and she wants to do it again. No mystery there.”

“Yeah, but if she’s worried about getting emotionally involved with him, seeing him again might not be the best thing to do.”

Suzanne looked like she could care less about that. “So when are you seeing him again? Are you just going to his place to do the nasty or what?”

“He’s taking me camping on Monday.”

“Camping? That sounds like fun. I like camping.”

“I don’t,” Imogen said. “At least, I don’t think I do. I’ve never been in a tent in my life, unless it was the catering tent at a garden party.”

“So why are you going, then?” Tamara asked.