“Does this mean fresh meat will be there?” I ask her, and she just shakes her head. “I’m single and ready to mingle.”

“We know.” She laughs, and for the first time in a long time, I think back to that fateful day I have locked away tight. The minute I close my eyes, I see it all over again, and just like that, I close the box back.

“Anyway, what do I have to work with?” I ask her, and she just shrugs.

“Regular people, I guess,” she says, and I don’t say anything. “Oh,” she says between chews. “There is a new dad. Well, single dad.”

“Abort mission,” I say, pointing at her with my fork. “I am all about having sex with a daddy, but I am not going to be a stepmother.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Only you would think about having sex with the father before even asking why he’s divorced.”

“It’s like you don’t even know me.” I roll my eyes, and she laughs. “Anyway, is Zoe going?” I ask about Matthew’s other twin sister. She’s the last single one left of the girls. His other sister Allison eloped with his enemy, but now they are two peas in a pod.

“She is coming. I think she is going to come down on Saturday,” Karrie says, and I take out my phone and text Zoe right away.

Me: Me, You, Train, Wine.

It doesn’t take her long to reply.

Zoe: Me, You, Car Service, Wine……

I smile and answer her back.

Me: So much better than train. It’s a date.

“Okay, I’m riding with Zoe,” I tell her. “In other news, I really, really need to have sex.”

She looks up at me. “Like now?”

I shake my head. “Not like now,” I say and then look around, seeing no one who really piques my interest. “I mean soon. Like tonight or tomorrow.”

“So, go out and get it,” Karrie says, drinking a sip of water. “What is with you lately?”

I look at her and lean back in my chair. “I have no idea. I think it’s the changing of the seasons. I spent the weekend in the Hamptons this year.”

“You do that every year,” she points out.

“I know, but this year, I didn’t even suck one dick.” I lift my hands. “Not one blow job. Not even a hand job.” I shake my head. “Every year, you know I go there, and it’s usually a buffet of men.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Yes, I’m aware. Remember when you made a spin card game, and it would tell you what color hair the guy you had to have sex with that night had?”

I smile, thinking back. “Those were some good times. Now all I do is sit on the couch and read.”