“Here?” Julia looked around the room. “In front of everybody?”

“That’s how she does it in the movie,” Sally reasoned.

“We’re not all supposed to do it, are we?” Harry asked.

“She did say all genders. Why?” his wife teased. “Having some performance anxiety?”

“Participation is completely optional,” Penelope continued, “but I do want to mention there will be a prize. A certificate for a couple’s massage in our spa.” She gestured toward a table in the center of the room. “The winner will be chosen by our charming hostess, the lovely owner of Notting Hill Resort, Mrs. Weatherfork!”

Applause once again filled the room as the charming hostess got to her lilac-slippered feet, waving her bejeweled hand in the air like she was on a parade float. Gone was the key lime pie ensemble of this morning. Tonight, the eccentric lady was dressed head to toe in a cloud of purples.

“Do you think her closet looks like a bag of Skittles exploded?” Julia wondered.

“I’m more curious about her lingerie drawer,” Kat admitted, mood perking up.

“You want to see her underwear?” Julia stared at her friend.

“Her pajamas, you freak. If she dresses that absurdly during the day, imagine what her nightwear looks like!” Kat grinned. “All right. Who’s ready to fake some fireworks?”

Andie straightened in her seat. “I’m game.”

Julia bit her lip. No surprise there.

“Me too,” Kat confessed. “I’ve always wanted to try something like this.”

“You’ve always wanted to be an exhibitionist?” Julia asked. Though, knowing Kat, this was also not a surprise.

“Count me in.” Sally waved her hand.

“Are you sure?” her husband asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” A shy titter escaped her. “I’m Sally, aren’t I? This is my moment to shine!” She patted her husband’s hand. “You sit back and let me do all the work.” She turned to the group and winked. “It will be just like at home.”

Julia swallowed a bubble of nervous laughter. “Well, I guess if you’re all doing it, I can try and join in.”

“‘Do. Or do not. There is no try.’” Andie winked.

“Is that one of your coaching slogans?” Julia wondered.

Andie gasped in mock outrage. “Excuse me, that is Master Yoda.”

“Your nerd is showing again,” Kat teased. “Now then, should we all go at once?”

“Wait, right now?” Julia asked. “Actually, I don’t think I…”

But Andie and Kat had already closed their eyes and started to moan.

On her left, Sally was breathing heavily, fingers stroking over her face and down her neck in a very accurate rendition of Meg Ryan’s performance.

Okay, this was getting awkward. Julia glanced around the rest of the dining room, where others were joining in, picking up the pace, a chorus of ecstatic shouts mixing with the sound of hands slapping against tables. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”