“Honey, you’re either in his pants or you aren’t,” Jenna said with a wry grin. “Have you seen the goods?”

Haven laughed and set her wineglass down. “I didn’t know we were being that direct.”

“Have you even been listening to our conversations?” Liz asked. “Of course we’re that direct. We talk c**k around here, Haven. And we want all the intimate details.”

“You really don’t have to divulge any information if you don’t want to,” Alicia said.

“Yes, she does. We all have to,” Jenna said. “It would be totally unfair if Haven was allowed—I don’t remember what you call it—oh yeah. Privacy.” Jenna stuck her tongue out at Liz.

Liz laughed. “Oh, come on. It’s more fun when we all share.”

“I think my husband begs to differ,” Tara said. “Mick says you all know way too much about our sex life and his cock.”

Haven laughed out loud at that one. “I think I’ll definitely keep my mouth shut, then. I don’t think we want Trevor’s c**k the topic of discussion tonight.”

“So you have seen it, then,” Jenna said, a smug smile on her face. “Do tell.”

Haven blushed crimson, and despite the wicked cold air-conditioning in the club, she felt hot all over.

“I don’t think you need to say a word, Haven. From your pink cheeks, you’re busted.” Tara shook her head. “It’s obvious you and Trevor have torn up the sheets.”

She laid her face in her hands. “I swore I wasn’t going to say a word.”

“And you didn’t, so don’t worry. All the sex talk on ladies’ night out is secretly held among us all,” Alicia said. “It’s our code of honor.”

“True.” Liz stood. “And why are we talking about sex when we could be out on the dance floor?”

Jenna gaped at her. “Because you brought it up?”

“Did not. Now get your asses up and let’s shake them like crazy and make all the guys here jealous.”

Haven followed the rest of them onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the place was crowded as hell, but Liz made people get out of their way and they formed a circle. Haven lost herself in the driving beat and they stayed out there for about four songs until her throat was parched and she had worked up a sweat. She and Jenna went and grabbed a seat, then signaled the waitress for two sparkling waters.

“Hey, don’t feel pressured about Trevor,” Jenna said after they downed a few sips of water.

Haven frowned. “In what way?”

“Oh, you know. We like to have fun, but you don’t have to answer all our pushy questions about him. Just tell everyone to f**k off and mind their own business.”

Haven laughed. “I don’t mind, really. There’s not much going on anyway. We’re working together and trying to figure out what else there is. I don’t think there’s anything. Maybe just sex.”

“Good sex, I hope.”

Haven couldn’t help but smile. “That part needs no figuring out.”

“Then let the rest of it play out and see what happens. Don’t expend a lot of energy trying to examine it a hundred different ways.”

Haven shrugged. “I’m not. I’m just going with it. I spent way too much time backing away from it. Now I’m plunging into the deep end and seeing where it goes. Even if it’s just for the duration of the time we have together, I’m all in.”

“Good for you. Life is short, honey. Live it fully and without regrets.”

No one knew that better than Haven.

They went back out on the dance floor, and despite some very intent looks from several incredibly good-looking guys, they were mostly left alone, which suited Haven just fine. It was obvious the women were out for girls’-night-only fun, and wow, did Haven have fun. She never got tipsy because she danced her ass off most of the night, sweating out any alcohol she consumed.

These women could party. She’d never laughed—or danced—so much. By the time Liz dropped her off a little after one in the morning, she was exhilarated, and more than a bit exhausted.

She went to her room and got ready for bed, then grabbed her phone to check messages.

There was one from Trevor. He’d texted her several hours earlier.

Hope you’re having a good time tonight. Thinking about you.

Her heart squeezed. It was way too late to send him a return message, but she couldn’t resist.

Had a great time. Just got home. Sleep well tonight. Thought about you a lot, too.