Well aware time was of the essence, Kelly was impressed that Lucy stuck to the speed limit, a hundred kilometres.

She had no clue how much furniture Lucy owned or how long it would take to move it, but she did know where it could be stored if need be. Certain it was another thing Lucy would argue about, she didn’t bring it up right then.

“Speaking of being screwed,” Kelly said. “You told me why it didn’t work out with the guy you dated. What about the women?”

“Woman,” Lucy said, her wary gaze on the Sunday drivers weaving in and out of traffic like they had a death wish.

“Huh?” Kelly asked, sounding like a moron, and wondering what Lucy had meant by the singular word woman.

Her mind flicked back to the conversation she had with Lucy on their drive from the bar back to her flat. Kelly clearly recalled saying, “You’ve slept with both men and women, right?” And Lucy’s reply hit her with just as much clarity. “One man, two women. But who’s counting.”

“Is that steam I see?”

Taken aback, Kelly whipped her head around and looked out the passenger window. Waves crashed against rocks and sprayed high into the air.

“It’s mist.” Kelly bit back a smile.

Rather than look offended, Lucy reached over and tugged her earlobe. “I meant you, dummy. Smoke’s practically pouring out of your ears. Tell me what’s burning up that overactive brain of yours?”

“This isn’t about me and my inquisitive mind, Lucy. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I don’t mind answering your questions. The conversation’s a pleasant distraction. We can’t do much until we arrive back in Palmy. So, hit me with it.”

“I’m sure you said you’d been with two women. But you said woman like it’d only been one.” Suddenly feeling shy, Kelly’s cheeks heated. “Not that it’s any of my business.”

“Don’t play co…”

“La, la, la, la, la.” Kelly plugged her ears, delighted when Lucy burst out laughing.

Between them, they were doing a wonderful job of avoiding the bigger issue.

“It was one, it’s now two. You’re the third person I’ve had sex with.”

Shock and honour warred within Kelly.

Lucy gave her a sheepish look. “This is probably going to sound conceited.” She turned back to the road. “I know I’m easy on the eye, some might even say attractive.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Kelly interrupted, unable to contain herself.

“Thank you, but at times, that’s been a curse. It brings new meaning to pubs being meat markets. It’s a rare occasion that I can enjoy a drink with a friend or work colleague without being hit on. Most people assume I’ve been around the block a time or two.”