Jenna pulled a decorative pillow against her stomach. “Please stop mentioning food. Or drink.”

“Hey, at least we had fun last night,” Liz said.

“Did we?” Savannah asked as she walked by with a cup of coffee in hand. “I hope there’s photographic evidence because I don’t recall a thing.” She laid the coffee down on the table and flopped into the chair. “Lord, who made me drink so much?”

Alicia had only made it as far as the sofa where Jenna was lying. She sat and pulled Jenna’s legs on top of her lap. “I’m blaming Jenna for this.”

“Me? How could this be my fault?”

“Good morning, everyone.” Tara entered from the other side looking gorgeous, freshly showered, and obviously without a hangover.

“You bitch,” Jenna said. “How can you look that good after last night?”

Tara poured herself a cup of coffee. “Easy. I only had two drinks. Someone had to help Liz corral you drunkards.”

Alicia looked over at Savannah. “That explains how we got back to the hotel. Thank you both for taking care of us.”

“It was our pleasure. The pictures of all of you are lovely, by the way,” Liz said.

Jenna groaned. “Oh, God. What did I do?”

“You might have propositioned the bartender.”

That shot her up straight on the sofa. “Shut the fuck up, Liz. I did not.”

“You did. You told him you were madly in love with him and wanted him to come to St. Louis with you.”

“Oh, shit. Tyler is going to kill me.”

Tara laughed. “What she means is, you loved the way he mixed drinks and his interactions with the customers and you offered him a job at Riley’s Club on the spot, even offering to pay his transportation to St. Louis.”

“I did?”

“You did. He very kindly turned down your offer, saying he had a wife and a baby son and he was very happy living here.”

“Fuck me. I must have been wasted. I don’t remember any of that.”

Liz held up her phone. “I have photos. And video.”

“I hate you.” Jenna sneered at her, then stood. “And it’s obvious if I’m going to feel human again, I’m going to need some carbs, juice, and coffee, no matter how revolting the thought.”

“I’ll join you,” Alicia said.

After they ate, everyone hit the pool for a little sweat session. When Liz suggested they go for a walk on the beach, Jenna groaned, saying she needed a nap.

“No, what you need is to sweat some of that alcohol out of your system.”

“The logical part of me knows you’re right. My stomach wants to tell you to fuck off.”

Liz laughed and pulled Jenna out of the chaise.

They all took a long walk down the beach, the warm sun beating down on them. Liz had worn a hat and her cover-up and enough sunscreen to ward off a burn.

“This is nice,” she said.

“What is?” Tara asked.

“Being here. With all of you.”