We all look at each other and then dissolve into laughter again.

“Who am I kidding? Hell, yes, I do. Dead or alive, he deserves it. Because it’s true. So, now I know what all the fuss is about. I’m on the downslope to thirty, and I never had an orgasm before last night. That’s just…sick.”

“You were an abused wife,” Lexi says simply. “With a man who didn’t value you in any way. It makes sense that you didn’t enjoy the sex with him.”

“I mean, he never hit me.”

“Stop right there,” Izzy says, surprising me. “I hate the whole he-never-hit-me excuse. He was mean to you. He said horrible things, and I’ve heard that he even controlled what you ate. That’s abusive. When you had sex, what would he have done if you’d said no?”

All eyes turn to me.

“He got mean if I said no, so I ended up doing it just to shut him up.”

“So, he was a rapist,” Lexi says. “Yeah, he was a lemon.”

“You went from The Lemon to The Cock,” Stasia says with a big grin. “Because, you know, Cam’s last name is Cox.”

“Oh, that’s much better,” Izzy agrees and gives Stasia a high-five. “In our sacred girls-only space, Cameron will now be known as The Cock.”

I giggle and take another sip, then dish up a plate. I’m starving. And I love these girls, my sisters, who make me feel good about myself and make me laugh.

“To amazing sex,” Lexi announces, holding up her glass in a toast. “And to the hot-as-fuck men who make it damn fun.”

“Hear, hear,” Izzy says as we all clink glasses. “Also, I have an announcement.”

“What is it? You’re not pregnant again so soon, are you?” I say with a laugh, but then her smile turns coy, and we all gasp.

“Izzy,” Maeve says. “You’d better not have alcohol in that glass.”

“I don’t,” she says with a laugh. “It’s so soon, I know, but it seems that I’m a fertile Myrtle, and Keegan wants lots of babies. So, here we are.”

“That’s fabulous,” Stasia says and hugs Izzy. “I love that the family has so many new babies.”

“Ma and Da will be beside themselves,” I agree. “Look at us, being adults and everything.”

Stasia smiles softly. “I also have an announcement.”

“If you tell us you’re pregnant, too, we’re going to have to put the alcohol away,” I reply.

“No, I’m not. But I’m shutting down my cake shop in Bellevue. With the baby and everything, it’s a pain in the ass to commute back and forth. So, I’m going to start a bakery here, on the island.”