“And wasn’t its most recent haute couture show set in a casino?” my other date cut into our conversation. Olivia was a beauty, too. But different from Bai. Earlier, she’d drifted over to me when Allegra had motioned with her hands at the group of people clustered around Jack as they huddled in a spot just outside of the swinging doors to the casino/resort. Olivia walked towards Allegra and me and it seemed like she floated over the floor on a cloud. While Bai had been bedecked in electric blue, Olivia wore a gauzy, honey-colored dress belted in the middle that matched her golden tan. She had black, curly hair that she wore loosely. Her hair fell well below her shoulders, and tickled the mid-point of her back.

“Ironic, huh?”

I nodded and gave her a wry smile.

“Aerin says she has a girlfriend,” Bai said drily, drawing my attention again.

Bai kept her straight black hair short, and cut asymmetrically so that her hair was nearly halfway shaven at the back, and then angled sharply down to the front so that her bangs fell to a point below her jawline.   The unusual haircut played up her well-proportioned features perfectly.

“Just one?” Olivia asked, with a teasing smirk as she walked to my other side.

“When you meet her, you’ll understand,” I answered with a silly grin.

“Yeah? What do you like about her?” Bai asked, smiling warmly.

I was relaxed now. The two of them were good – they’d found the key to keep me balanced and in the moment. That key would be Harley. Of course.

“And don’t tell us she’s beautiful, because that would be a given,” Olivia added, as she hooked a friendly arm around mine.

“Like … how do you feel when she kisses you?” Bai jumped in, as she hooked her arm around my other arm.

My smile grew wider. “Kisses me when …?”

“When ever,” Bai answered quickly.

If you’d been looking at us from a distance, we would look like a trio of gal pals waiting for our car, about to head out for an exciting night in town.

“Well, she has a kiss that just warms my blood up, spreading this wonderful feeling the way fine, top class wine does when it courses through your veins – a drowsy yet electric feeling that makes you grateful you’re alive,” I said, as I started on a verbal tour of my growing library of experiences of Harley’s one of a kind kisses.