twenty-two
“What are those two doing?” Shelly asked, an hour later. “Actually, forget I asked that. Do I really want to know?”
“Probably best not to,” Rose replied lightly.
“So they’re really getting it on at last?” Shelly mouthed, peering through the darkness.
Rose nodded. “It seems that way.”
Shelly touched her arm. “You aren’t pining for Fin yourself a little?”
“Absolutely not.” Rose drained the last remnants of liquid from her glass. “Want another?”
“Lead the way!”
Rose picked up her bag and walked towards the bar, swaying slightly. “Those cocktails sure are nice.”
Shelly caught hold of her as she stumbled. “Why don’t we have a mocktail next?”
“Actually, I was thinking more of a s*x on the beach. What’s in that?”
“Vodka mainly,” Shelly replied drily. “So now we’ve got
