Free Bachelor's Bait by Mari Carr

time to think about me , then clearly Gabe and Casey suck in the sack. Maybe you need to reconsider this threesome setup.”
    Jordan flushed. “Don’t worry about my guys. They do just fine in bed.”
    Stephanie laughed. “God. That deal is going to take some getting used to. When our Jordan decides to jump back into the dating scene, she fucking dives in headfirst.”
    Jordan bit her lip and asked the same question she had almost daily since she, Casey and Gabriel had entered a ménage affair. “You guys are sure this is okay? I mean—”
    “It’s fine!” Jayne, Stephanie and Sophie repeated in unison.
    Jayne grasped Jordan’s hand. “You’re still happy, right?”
    Jordan nodded.
    “Then that’s all that matters.” Jayne’s philosophy on life. No matter what the world threw at them, Jayne’s main concern was always that they walk the path that would lead them to happiness.
    It was a good idea…in theory. In reality, Sophie was struggling to figure out what might make her happy. In her career, her family issues and her relationships, she never seemed able to grasp that elusive happiness. It was frustrating as hell.
    “Well, we’re not here to talk about me, are we? What’s going on, Soph? You’re always so upbeat and energetic. It’s not like you to be down for so long.”
    Stephanie placed a Heineken in front of her. “She said she fucked up with Marc Garrett.”
    “The attorney?” Jordan asked.
    Sophie was grateful for the liquid courage. She took a long drink of the ice-cold beer. “Yeah. We were hanging out quite a bit a few weeks ago and I sort of thought things were heading in a good direction, but now I’m thinking I threw us off course.”
    “Is there a reason why you’re speaking in generalizations? I thought you hated the guy. You called him an asshole…repeatedly. Stop screwing around and give us specific details.” Stephanie poured herself half a beer from the tap.
    Sophie groaned. Stephanie was the queen of no-nonsense. “I lied about the asshole part. Truth is I really like him. A lot.”
    Jayne pulled a bowl of peanuts closer and began cracking the shell on one. “Did I miss something? You two have never even gone out on a date, have you?”
    Sophie picked at the label on her beer. “No. No dates. I mean, we talked when he came by here that one night. We sat next to each other at Patricia Butt–Bitch’s party and had a good time. Then we sort of made out in the coat closet at the Crawford Inn.”
    “I knew it!” Jordan piped in. “I knew something had happened that night, but I couldn’t figure out what.”
    “He cornered me.”
    “Good kisser?” Stephanie asked.
    “An amazing kisser. My car battery died that night, so Marc drove me home.”
    Stephanie leaned closer and rubbed her hands together. “Something tells me we’re getting to the good part.”
    Sophie shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he just gave me a foot massage and left that night. It was actually a few days later, in his office, when things got hot and heavy.”
    Stephanie put down the beer she’d just lifted. “ How hot and how heavy? Spare no expense in the description.”
    Sophie laughed. She loved her friends. They always listened, never judged. She’d been an idiot to try to deal with her anxiety alone these past few weeks. “We made out.”
    Stephanie made a sound like a buzzer. “Errr! Lame answer. Try again.”
    Sophie rolled her eyes. “Fine. He went down on me and I gave him a blowjob. Detailed enough for you?”
    “Better. So that was what? Two, three weeks ago?” Stephanie asked.
    Now they were getting to the heart of the matter. “Almost three. And yeah. Since then…nothing.”
    Jayne, the most compassionate of the group, reached over and took Sophie’s hand. “What happened?”
    Sophie shrugged. “I have no idea. I’ve called him a few times but whenever I suggest we get together, he always has an excuse why he can’t.”
    Jordan frowned. “What sort of