Chapter Twenty-Two
AS SOON AS they entered the ladies’ condo, Karla pulled out the bottles of liquor left over from what her mother bought the other day. There was plenty there to keep their buzzes going and, hopefully, to ease Aimee’s tension. Karla meant what she said to her sister. Aimee needed to grow a set of balls and take Bonnie out of the equation. You just don’t allow another woman to snake her way in and take your man. Karla didn’t steal men. Of course, she didn’t have to because they kept coming back to her and, while she had no qualms about sleeping with a married man, she didn’t want to be committed to one.
“Okay, what’s everyone’s poison? Bartender Karla is now open for business.”
Lance grinned at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck, kissi
