“I don’t have anything to add to that,” Zoe continued. “My own experience was identical. I think Mr. Douglas Rainford, III, is a honeymoon junkie. It’s obvious now that Douglas is not husband material. I blew my five grand in one day. I don’t even remember what I spent it on.” Zoe’s voice turned dreamy-sounding, her eyes glazing over. “I guess I more or less feel like you all do, but I have to tell you, I have one outstanding, mind-blowing memory I will never forget.”

The others looked at Zoe, their eyes angry at what they didn’t know. “Share,” they said in unison.

“Well, the second-to-the-last day of our honeymoon, we took a walk around the resort, which by the way was so private you could run around naked and no one would see you. It started to rain. It was a warm rain. Douglas kissed me and one thing led to another and then we were on the ground making love on a bed of gardenia petals. Buck naked, I might add. There were gardenia bushes all around us. The scent was so heady. I never wanted the moment to end, and Douglas didn’t either. He picked a gardenia and stuck it between my breasts. It was a perfect gardenia. He said I was just as perfect as the flower. I…ah…still have it. The gardenia, I mean. Douglas said he would love me forever and ever. I said the same thing. He smiled and kissed me. It was all just so perfect.

“Then the son of a bitch divorced me. End of my story. What about you, Samantha?” Zoe asked.

“My deal was pretty much the same. I got dumped after the honeymoon. I didn’t take the five thousand, though. He broke my heart.”

Olivia’s dark eyes glowed as she leaned across the table. “There’s four of us here. Between us, we should be able to come up with a plan to get our ten million bucks. I think we all earned it.”

Slick refilled their glasses.

“I’m sure we can find some sleazy lawyer who can file a class action suit. Too bad there’s only four of us.”

“Not true,” Sam said. She leaned across the table and explained what she’d found out by using the FBI database. “There are four more besides us. I didn’t have time to run checks on them, though.”

Slick gasped, her eyes wild at Sam’s declaration.

“Four more!” the women exclaimed in unison.

“Damn. I planned on putting that ten million dollars in my pension fund,” Zoe said. “He has to pay for breaking my heart.”

“Lawyers get most of it, you know. I know that because I’m a bean counter, and I crunch numbers. You know what, ladies, it’s doable.” Sam couldn’t believe she was saying what she was saying.