Stallion Magic. Deborah Fletcher Mello

to the hotel.”

      Crystal looked toward the entrance where Noah Stallion stood staring in their direction. “Are you going alone?” she asked, her expression all knowing.

      Catherine grinned. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I’m not.”

      Her two friends both shook their heads, amusement painting their expressions.

      “It’s about time,” Crystal said. “I was starting to think that all you two were going to do was stare at each other all night long.”

      Camille nodded in agreement. “I can’t believe he’s still that shy. Are you sure something’s not wrong with him? I mean, you have been known to date really good-looking men that have actually turned out to be complete freaks. Wasn’t one of your exes a serial killer?”

      “He’s not that shy and he’s not a freak,” Catherine answered, “and you know darn well I have never dated a serial killer.” She leaned to hug and kiss one and then the other. “I’ll call you later.”

      “I know I don’t need to give you my ‘practice safe sex’ speech, right?” Crystal asked as she hugged her friend back.

      Catherine laughed. “I think I’ve got this handled.”

      Camille laughed. “Girl, bye! Just go have fun!”

      Tossing them both one last smile, Catherine headed toward Noah, her excitement practically beating her to his side.