Madeline pressed her lips together then cleared her throat. She turned to Starr. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t talk about that in front of you. We were in love, but still. Not married. Bad me.”

Starr smiled. “I know people have sex and that it’s supposed to be romantic, but it still sounds kind of gross to me.”

“It is,” Madeline said quickly. “Very gross. Not something you want to be doing.”

Jo appeared with the margaritas. As they were passed around, Destiny thought that the group of women was very welcoming. A little out there, but when it came to friendship, that was okay.

She was grateful Starr didn’t seem to be in a hurry to fall in love. Or have sex. That was a complication neither of them needed.

Honestly, she’d never understood the appeal of getting so lost in another person that you totally went crazy. What was the point? Take Kipling. Sure he was a nice guy and good-looking. While she didn’t get the whole ski-at-the-speed-of-sound thing, she respected that he’d had a dream and had worked to achieve it. Hard work made sense to her.

But throwing herself in front of him and begging to be taken? Why? Yes, she liked thinking about him, and being around him was nice, too. And she wouldn’t go so far as to think touching him would be gross. But thinking about kissing wasn’t the same as sex at all. She was very clear on that. She could enjoy Kipling’s company and admire his body and not have sex with him. She wasn’t some wild animal.

“So you’re saying no sparks with Nick,” Larissa said.

“Not anymore.”

Shelby smiled at Destiny. “I’m totally lost. You?”

“Pretty much, but in a good way. Sounds like life here is interesting.”

“It is,” Shelby assured her. “I’ve enjoyed it.”

“You have a hot brother,” Patience announced. “Not that I’m the least bit interested. I’m married to the best guy in the world, and he’s fabulous. I’m simply noting that Kipling is hot from an intellectual place. I am allowed to observe things.”

Consuelo groaned. “Even you can’t be drunk that fast. You’ve had two sips.”

“I know, but I haven’t eaten today.”

“Lightweight,” Consuelo grumbled, but her tone was affectionate.

Destiny was more interested in her conversation with Shelby. If Kipling had told anyone about who she was, it would have been his sister. But Shelby didn’t give the slightest hint that she was the least bit intrigued by Destiny’s parents.

“Kipling might be hot,” Shelby said. “But sometimes he’s annoying—he has this burning need to fix things. Not every situation needs fixing. But aside from that, he’s basically a good guy.” She brightened. “And single. Anyone want to date him?”

Everyone looked at Destiny and Madeline, which made Destiny realize they were the only single adult women at the table.

Madeline held up both hands. “I’m not interested. He and I have met, and there’s no chemistry.”

Destiny thought about her sensible plan and knew she didn’t want to get into that with anyone else. She’d discovered that most people simply didn’t understand her reasoning. Of course most people hadn’t grown up with her parents.

“I’m only in town for a couple of months.”

Patience raised her eyebrows. “You notice Destiny didn’t say anything about a lack of chemistry.”

Shelby laughed. “You can say he’s hot. It’s okay. I won’t read anything into it.”

“Thank you. He’s hot.”

Patience sipped her margarita. “There are a lot of hot guys in town. It’s interesting. And nice for us.”

“My husband is totally dreamy,” Larissa said with a sigh. “That body.” She paused as everyone looked at her. “TMI?”

Patience pointed to Starr and raised her eyebrows.

Larissa nodded. “So, um, Starr, who’s hot in your world? You’re what? Seventeen?”

Starr blushed. “Fifteen.”

“Really? You look so sophisticated. It’s the hair.” Larissa sighed. “Everyone thinks the blond thing is so cool, but there are a million of us. Redheads are special.”

Starr smiled impishly. “Destiny and I just found out we won’t be going gray. Redheads don’t.”

“Okay, now I’m bitter,” Patience said cheerfully. “So who do you like? Not Justin Bieber, please. I worry about him.”

“One Direction?” Bailey asked. “I like their music. And I can’t help it. I love Taylor Swift.”

“No one here is surprised,” Consuelo told her.

“I like Cody Simpson,” Starr said. “For pop music. I’m more into country, though.”

Destiny froze in the act of swallowing. Was Starr going to out them? But her sister didn’t say anything else.

Destiny waited to see if anyone would pick up on the country part, but Shelby only said, “I know he’s kind of old but I have a thing for Matt Damon. He’s just so sexy and nice.”

Madeline laughed. “And married. I like to crush on the single guys. You want to talk about hot? What about Jonny Blaze? OMG, he’s incredible. That body, those dark green eyes. The way he moves.” She used her hand to fan herself.

Starr giggled. “He’s pretty cute.”

“I love him in all his movies,” Larissa said. “He’s an action star with a brain. And the muscles don’t hurt.”