kiss, huh? So on the basis of one mind-melting kiss, you
dumped Quentin. Excellent! Give me more about jungle
boy-dish!"
Rebecca shook her head. "He's got an ego the size of
Jupiter. Do you know what he said? He said that he would
give me the best kiss I've ever had in my life."
Alice leaned back and smiled, clearly not put off.
"And. . ."
And it was all that, and then some. Rebecca tightened
her mouth-her lips tingled just thinking about the kiss. "It
was pretty damn good." She looked up at Alice and smiled.
"Although I may need another to be sure."
Alice hooted and drummed on the table. "Tell me
more!"
"Well, let's see. . . He doesn't work, likes to surf, and has
a serious problem with modesty. If he wasn't such a fine
looker and a good kisser, I don't think I could take very
much of him."
"Ugh. Self-centered boys, thinking they run the world."
"Don't they?"
"Some do. Others only think so."
"Yeah, O.E. seems more like the wishful-thinking type."
"So tell him to shut up and jump his bones. I mean,
seriously? What's a stud boy like that good for, anyway?"
A very good point. Perhaps Rebecca needed an attitude
adjustment-something more like Alice's. O.E. would be a
fabulous lover, and that would be the end of it. Still, it
sounded so crude when she put it that way.
"Thanks, Alice," she said sarcastically. "That's helpful."
"You came to me for serious relationship counseling?
You're in the wrong place, honey. I only give out sex tips.
What you do with them in the morning is someone else's
department."
"Sorry, but if I can't stand dinner with him, I'm not
letting him near my bed."
"Fine! Give him my number and I'll do it."
"Oh, Alice. I knew I could count on your for some
sisterly advice."
Alice grinned. "That's what I'm here for."