“No, she does not,” London said. “I’m ready to start kicking asses and taking names all over that hospital. They’re driving me crazy.” She took a healthy sip of her drink, before continuing. “Although, I do have something I need to confess, ladies.”

“What?” they both asked.

“I almost gave my goodies to this cute locum tenens anesthesiologist who worked at the hospital this week.”

“What?” Samiah screeched.

“Details,” Taylor said.

“First, tell us what a locum whatever is?” Samiah asked. “Is that some kind of special pediatric anesthesiologist or something?”

“No, it just means he came to the hospital through a staffing service, and thank God his was a short-term contract. If I had to endure another week of staring at those scrubs stretching across his perfect little ass I don’t think I would have been able to stop myself from tackling him. Last thing I need is to get written up by HR for harassing a cute doctor who’s five years my junior,” she said. “I have enough problems with hospital management as it is.”

“I can relate,” Samiah muttered.

London and Taylor both stared expectantly at her.

“You can?” London set her elbow on the table and cradled her chin in her palm. “How so?”

Great. This should teach her to keep her side comments to herself.

“Okay, I guess it’s my turn to step into the confessional,” Samiah said. “I’ve kinda been seeing someone at work.” She put her hands up before either could speak. “Okay, let me clarify. We haven’t actually gone on an official date or anything. We’ve grabbed lunch a few times, and I took him hiking out at McKinney Falls State Park.” Samiah sucked in a deep breath and then confessed in a rush, “And we kissed while working late at the office. And, oh my God, it was so good. And I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry?” London asked. “Sorry about what?”

“Yeah, what are you sorry for? You better get it where you can, girl! Gimme some!” Taylor held her hand up for a high five.

“Wait, wait, wait. What’s going on here? What about the boyfriend project?” She pointed to Taylor. “You laid the ground rules. No dating for six months while we all work on ourselves so that when we are ready to find a man, we really are ready. I feel like I’m breaking the sisterhood pact or something.”

Taylor waved that off. “Let me find someone who’s worth my time. I’m leaving both you bitches in the dust. Just kidding,” Taylor tacked on the end. “So, this kiss? Was it the ‘oh, that was nice, now let me get back to watching Friends reruns’ kind, or the ‘oh, shit, this dude wrecked me. Let me fix my hair and makeup’ kind?”

“It was the ‘let me run to the drugstore and buy a pregnancy test’ kind.”

“Hell yes!” Taylor whooped.