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“Tequila shots!”

I watched them all—except for a pregnant Iris—down the tequila feeling somehow helpless. .

I was certain that it was not a good idea for inexperienced Ro to be doing stuff like this, but I had no clue, and no right, to stop her.

Lourdes broke from the other women and moved toward us with a smile. Well, not us. Toward Heath, her very scary husband.

She was a stunning woman, sex on a stick from the top of her black wavy hair, her bedroom eyes, down her tanned, toned body to her pastel pink toenails.

I remembered all of this mostly from memory. I tried not to look at her directly these days. As I’ve said, her husband was a scary motherfucker.

Not that she’d given me a shot even before she’d met the man, but I’d at least been able to look.

Lourdes joined Heath on his lounger. He pulled her between his legs, her back to his front.

They made a striking couple, him huge, tall, muscular and blond with a golden tan. Her a few shades darker, graceful, lithe, long limbed and just lovely all over. She was some fifteen years older than him, but no one would have guessed it. The woman took care of herself and had some stellar genes to boot.

She murmured something to her husband in her sexy as sin accent. Heath started kissing her neck, his big hands on her toned stomach.

I tried not to notice. I also didn’t bother to tease them about it. He was a little too scary even for that.

Dair had no qualms. “Get a room, Heath,” he said cheerfully.

Heath growled at him. Growled. Like he was a pit bull and Dair had just gotten between him and his food dish.

Lourdes laughed, a low, rich, sexy sound.

I couldn’t help it. “You’re one to talk,” I told Dair. His PDA with his wife was quite notorious. They’d desecrated several rooms in this very house.

I was distracted from my thoughts when a movement caught my eye. The music was loud, Ro had hired a decent DJ for the occasion. Lots of people were dancing, but only one person stood out to me.

Ro was wiggling in her tiny bikini, shaking her ass like it was a Polaroid with Iris and the girls.

“No.” I shook my head. “No.”

I kept watching. She was practically unrecognizable. Her luscious dark, silky hair was down and hugging her curves, her glasses replaced with heart-shaped shades. She was barefoot, hands up in the air while she pulled off some pretty sultry moves.

“Don’t look at her,” I growled grumpily at no one in particular.

It was possible, likely even, that I was talking to myself.

Dair’s head whipped around in surprise. He studied me. “Who could you be talking about?” he asked.

I scowled. “Ro. In that teeny tiny bikini.

“I wasn’t looking at her,” he pointed out. “I was looking at Iris. But why don’t you want me looking at Ro?”

“She’s wholesome,” I said the word with the gravity it deserved. “She should not be acting like this.”

“Acting like what?”

I waved my hand around at her. “She’s drinking tequila! Shaking her ass like she knows what she’s doing! I didn’t even know she drank alcohol! How has she stayed so innocent this long looking like that, moving like that and drinking tequila?”

Dair was laughing. So was Heath. So was Lourdes.

“What is wrong with everyone?” I asked the world. “Is it me? Have I lost my mind?”

“Yes,” said Heath succinctly.