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“I REALLY NEED to get laid,” Hayden Houston said with a sigh She reached for the glass on the shtly bitter liquid eased her thirst but did nothing to soothe her frustration

The pictures staring at her from the walls of the Ice House Bar didn’t help, either Action shots of hockey players o Warriors—it seemed as if the sport haunted her everywhere she went Sure, she was a teahter, but occasionally it would be nice to focus on so other than hockey Like sex, perhaps

Across frorinned “We haven’t seen each other in two years and that’s all you’ve got to say? Come on, Professor, no anecdotes about life in Berkeley? No insightful lectures about Impressionist art?”

“I save the insightful lectures for my students And as for anecdotes, none of them involve sex so let’s not waste time with those”

She ran her hand through her hair and discovered that all the bounce she’d tried to inject into it before heading to the Ice House Bar had deflated Volu couldother than stick-straight

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Darcy said “Why do you have sex on the brain?”

“Because I’ any”

Darcy sipped her strawberry daiquiri, a drink she’d confessed she hated but drank anyway, clai someone back in California? Dan? Drake?”

“Doug,” Hayden corrected

“How long have you been together?”

“Two months”

“And you still haven’t done the mattress mambo?”

“Nope”