I sigh for the hundredth time as I sit across from Leila and Sarah in a small booth of a trendy little cocktail bar. I
feel like crap. I don't want to be here, but the force that is Leila not only whipped me into a dress and heels, and a
face of make-up, but also cajoled Sarah out with us too. Sarah is in complete awe of this sassy, little whirlwind and I can tell, Sarah really loves her, like everyone else who ever meets her.
"s*x on the beach?" Leila blinks at me innocently. I blink back, gulping, instantly incredibly awkward.
"What?" My head immediately zooming to the week Jake took me to the Caribbean and I flush with both the memory and the heartache.
Why the hell would Leila be asking me this right now?
"It's a drink, Emma." Sarah cuts in cupping her hand over mine. She's still
