Casually, I turn the figurine until it’s facing the wall. Sorry, kid. I promise, this is a jizz-free zone.

Thankfully, Zelda gets her mind off my ovaries, and back on overpriced antiques. We hit up three more stores, drink another gallon of lemonade, and dance around a dozen personal questions about my life, education, and calcium-intake. By the time we arrive at a fancy country club that afternoon, I’m exhausted.

And I also think I might need to start taking supplements.

I take a deep breath as we walk through the doors. The lounge is cool, and decorated in shades of blue and green, with palm front prints on everything. It’s cool, in a kitschy way.

“Their salads are divine,” Zelda says, as a waiter carries a tray of juicy burgers past us.

“Salad. Uh huh.” I sigh. I’m ravenous, but I can give the fries a miss this once if it gets me closer to my makeup line.

Never let it be said I’m not willing to sacrifice for my dreams.

We’ve barely taken two steps into the room before I spy a familiar face lurking behind a potted palm.

And not a good one.

“You’re here!” Georgia rises from a chair and greets Zelda with air kisses. She wiggles her fingers at me. “Callie, it’s so nice to see you again.”

Is it too late to go back to the antique store? I’ll even willingly offer up my uterus as discussion fodder.

“Georgia, hi,” I manage a smile. The good news is that as far as I can tell, there are no water features to be seen. What I do notice are more diamonds than a Tiffany’s store sparkling at the assorted patrons’ fingers and ears, and an entire fleet of matching chandeliers.

Just, you know, a casual hangout then.

Georgia ushers Zelda into the chair closest to hers. “Do you want to order anything? I’ll flag down a server.”

“So thoughtful.” Zelda beams. We place our orders, then Zelda turns back to the blonde. “You look lovely today, as always. And how is your mother?”

“Oh, she’s great. Whipping up something with the Garden Club, you know her and the azaleas!”

Georgia launches into local gossip about someone’s yard makeover, and Zelda is more than happy to trade chit-chat about people I’ve never met. I nod along as best I can, but at the third mention of a ‘Binky’—who seems to be a different Binky to the one feuding with Bucky over yacht moorings, or the one causing a stir with her latest divorce—I can’t help zoning out…

… And right back to the kiss with Dash last night.

Man, that guy can kiss.

I’d like to say I have some boundaries, but ten more seconds of his mouth on my neck, and there’s a good chance I would have dragged him to my room by the hair like a horny cavewoman. His body felt so good, pressed up against mine, and—

“Callie?”

I snap back to the table as our salads arrive. “Hmm?” I ask, swiping discreetly beneath my mouth to check for drool.