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The beach house she’d rented for the summer was not at all what she’d expected.
For one thing, it sounded like a heavy metal concert was going on in there. A bass beat was thundering so loud Lucy had to yell to be heard in the backseat of her Jetta.
“Stay in here, you guys,” she shouted to the three friends packed into her car. “I have to find out what’s going on. Maybe there was a mix-up with the dates.”
For another thing, the first thing she saw after she pushed open the door of the adorable sage-green bungalow was a stripper. The rear view of a stripper, to be exact; her front was plastered up against a man sprawled on a couch. The man’s face was blocked by gyrating sequin-covered flesh, but Lucy did take note of his long, powerful legs, cargo shorts, and bare feet. She also got g
