“Yeah, my car wouldn’t start.” I hang my bag on a coat rack by the door and then offer everyone a hug. “So, he gave me a lift. He stayed the night last night.”

Silence descends on the room, and then everyone starts asking questions at once.

“Did you sleep with him?” Izzy wants to know.

“I thought you hated him,” Stasia says.

“It’s about damn time,” Maeve cheers.

“Tell us everything,” Lexi puts in. “Here’s a bloody Mary. We’re not putting too much liquor in them because we all have to work today.”

“I don’t get any in mine,” Maeve says with a pout but then rubs her belly and grins.

“Okay, spill it,” Izzy says as I sit on a stool at the huge island and take a sip of my drink.

“We had sex.”

Every single one of them grins.

“And?” Stasia asks, leaning closer. “Did you…you know?”

“Did she what?” Lexi asks.

“Have an orgasm,” I answer and sip my drink again. “And the answer to that question is hell yes.”

“Wait, you’ve never had an orgasm?” Lexi demands. “What the fuck?”

“Right?” Stasia agrees. “Poor girl needs to get some of that sexual tension out.”

“How was it?” Izzy asks.

“Well, I don’t have any orgasms to compare it to, but it was damn good.” I laugh and reach for a slice of bacon. “He’s really intense in bed. Cam’s so laid-back and calm most of the time, so I was a little surprised by how intense he was. And you’d think, after being with someone so horrible for so long, I wouldn’t like it that Cam’s bossy and grabs my throat and calls me a good girl. But here I am, eating that shit up.”

Stasia chokes on her drink, and the others sputter and start laughing.

“Holy shit, Mags,” Maeve says. “Warn a girl before saying something like that. I haven’t renewed my CPR certification.”

“It’s true! And he, like, made me hold on to the headboard. And I got in trouble—the good kind—if I let go. It was freaking hot.”

“Good stuff, isn’t it?” Lexi says with a knowing smile, and I gape at her.

“Are you telling me that my brother is—?”

“A Dominant?” she finishes. “He wouldn’t say so, but he has particular tastes, that’s for sure.”

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Maeve says as she pours syrup on her waffle. “I know you used to hate it when we called Joey The Lemon, but he so was, Maggie.”

“Oh, he was a lemon in every way,” I instantly agree. “In bed, he was just a robot, you know? I was lucky if it lasted thirty seconds. And as a husband, well, we all know that he was a piece of shit. I mean, I don’t want to speak ill of the dead or anything.”