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what?”
    “What you mean do what—you just twisted my nipple.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Excuse me? I know I didn’t twist my own nipple, so if you didn’t do it, who did?”
    “Must be the same person who tore that bathroom up?” Karrie replied nonchalantly as she pretended to study her manicure.
    Matt stared up at her for a few moments before understanding set it in. He let out a belly laugh, and Karri joined in.
    That’s how Laura and Dréa found them when they made their way upstairs, arms loaded with shopping bags.
    Laura was the first into the room.
    “Hey Karri, we just passed the plumber and he said…” Her voice trailed off as she realized that Matt was sprawled across the bed.
    Dréa bumped into her and pushed her further into the room.
    “Hey Karri Berry, what’s up with the carpet…whoa, is that Matt? Oh shit, Laura, look, Karrington has Matt in her bed. Go Karri, it’s your birthday….” Dréa began to do a little dance and sing about Karrington and Matt getting busy.
    Laura threw her hands up in the air in exasperation and began to push Dréa out of the bedroom.
    Before closing the door, she shot one last questioning look at Karrington and Matt.
    “We didn’t do it,” the two chimed in unison.
    Laura’s head snapped up, and Dréa stopped dancing with a bewildered ‘HUH?’
    Matt and Karrington fell onto the bed in a fit of laughter, never noticing the two authors exchanging sneaky smiles and taking their leave.

 
    Epilogue
    Dréa and Laura sat next to each other on high barstools. Across from them at the small table, Matthew and William Harveston sat looking for the entire world like God’s gifts to women. The quartet was winding down on their celebratory foray into Vegas nightlife. Dréa and Laura were celebrating the release of their newest anthology with the Posse, and the twins were along for the ride.
    Several weeks had passed since the authors and their crew had been cleared of any wrongdoing in the case of the mysterious hotel fire. Since that time, the twins had bonded closely with the two youngest members of the MFP Posse.   That quick bonding had also garnered them the “what are your intentions” speech from the group’s leader, as well as the “if you let my sisters get hurt I will end you” speech from her daughter.
    To the twins, it seemed like they’d somehow become responsible for the duo. Hell, there was no “seem” to it. They’d been told categorically, unequivocally and in no uncertain terms that they were now responsible for the two Divas. For the most part, it was a blast. The ladies weren’t really that bad, just misunderstood. They were both well meaning and big hearted. It didn’t hurt that they both had sharp minds and whips for tongues either.
    The club was jumping, and as soon as the smooth Latin rhythm began to flow, both ladies began to wriggle in their seats.   It wasn’t long before Dréa had grabbed Laura’s hand and the friends worked their way into the middle of the crowd.
    Bill looked over at his brother, who was scanning the crowd.
    “Well?”
    “Well, what?”
    “Have you read the book?”
    “Are you kidding me? As soon as I walked in the station, the guys started in on me. How did they get advanced copies? I bet you ten bucks there are some family expansions going on right now.”
    “I bought an extra copy for my boss, and his wife has been raving about it ever since. Who knew those two had all that in them? For that matter, the other stories weren’t so bad, either. Can’t wait to see what the next challenge is.”
    “Yeah, well, as long as it’s not on our watch and has nothing to do with those two,” Matt said as he tossed back the last of his ice water.
    “Bite your tongue, you moron. What, you want to jinx us?”
    Bill tossed his long hair over his shoulder and laughed.   He took a moment to scan the crowd. A slight frown wrinkled his brow. He was just about to ask Matt if he could see the girls, when the room