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Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Dalia Kade’s gaze landed on the sinfully sexy smiling lips and dazzling green eyes of the man she’d lusted after for more than three and a half years. Something had to give. Tonight. She poured herself a cup of java and turned.
“Today’s Travis’s birthday.”
At the kitchen table, her best friend nodded. “He turned thirty-five, right?” Zoie Qwinn-Beagan pushed a breath through pursed lips as her attention flicked to the picture of Travis Moby sitting on Dalia’s countertop. “Sure doesn’t look it.”
Dalia agreed. Tall, blond, and built for distraction, her former step-brother could easily pass for twenty-five. “Men suck!” She leaned against the counter and enveloped the warm porcelain cup in both hands. “They get better looking with age while we turn wrinkled and brittle, and things start to sag and drag.”
“And make us look like hags.” Zoie grinned, looking nothing like the hag she professed to become in the future. With a head of fiery waves around a face of contrasting beauty, Dalia couldn’t imagine her friend ever falling prey to the ugly stick. “That’s why we snag them while we’ve still got it going on, girlfriend. We blind them by love and steaming sex so they don’t notice when old lady age catches up with us.”
“Is that what you did with Nash?” Dalia didn’t think she ever saw a man more blinded by love than Lieutenant Commander Nash Beagan. She had the pleasure of watching him start the fall last Christmas at a male auction to benefit the troops.
“With the help of my dear Lady Zest.” Zoie winked over the rim of her cup as she brought it to her grinning lips.
Lady Zest. Zoie’s pen name for the letters she’d anonymously written to Nash while he’d been overseas. Letters she’d never let Dalia read, but confessed had been hot enough to melt the ink on the page.