“What’s wrong?” Andie asked as she returned with their drinks. She passed one to Julia and took a sip of the other, following her gaze to the corner. “Oh, now you regret asking Kat to take your place.” Andie laughed. “I see how it is.”

“It’s not that,” Julia mumbled into her glass. “I just hope she’s careful.”

“Something worrying you?”

“If we’re right and that guy is an actor, one the resort has purposely told to pay attention to Kat, I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.” Her friend was so hungry for love, she often jumped into relationships that weren’t good for her. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“As long as she remembers it’s a game, she’ll be fine. Kat can take care of herself.” Andie squeezed Julia’s shoulder. “She’s doing what she’s supposed to be doing—meeting and mingling. Which is what we should be doing, too. You know what? I’m going to spend the rest of the evening with the next guy that flirts with me.”

“What, like all night?” Julia wondered.

“Slow down, you fast woman!” Andie gasped in mock outrage. “I know what I said about sex earlier, but let’s start with dinner first.” She crossed her arms. “I want you to promise to do the same.”

“No way. I’m not promising to pick up the next guy who tries to talk to me.” Not that many guys had tried this evening. There’d been a few friendly exchanges, but as Andie had said, a lot of people were here as couples. That limited her options.

“What if I pick him for you?” Andie smiled sweetly. “I promise to choose a good one.”

“Fine.” Julia sighed. What did she have to lose? It was just dinner. In a group. “But only if you hold up your end of the deal first.”

“You’re on.”

No sooner had the words left Andie’s mouth than a standard-issue Midwestern dude-bro appeared before them, beer in hand. “Evening, ladies.”

“Good evening.” Andie smiled invitingly.

Julia had to hand it to her friend. When Andie decided to do something, she committed.

The guy took a sip of his beer while giving Andie the once-over. “Usually when I see a pretty girl like you, I wanna ask for her number.”

Not the sexiest opening in the history of pickup lines, Julia thought, wondering where he was heading with this.

“But can you believe they took our cell phones for the week?”

“I think not having phones is a great idea,” Andie said. “It allows us to get to know each other better…” She paused and leaned closer to check out his name tag. “Burt.”

“Who’s Burt?” he wondered.

“I keep forgetting too,” Julia admitted, taking pity on him and pointing at the label stuck to his Green Bay Packers jersey.