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I gathered up my phone and a few notes I wanted to go over with Jolie for the reception and followed her out the door. “Hey,” I said, catching up to her, “didn’t you have another session with Micah today?”

“Micah?” she repeated. “You guys are on a first name basis, huh?”

I couldn’t stop the smile lifting the corners of my mouth. “Well, I’ve spent quite a bit of time with him since he got here, remember? You know, doing my boss a favor.” I winked and nudged her with my elbow.

“Right, I do appreciate that, by the way. He’s easy on the eyes, at least!” She took a seat at the head of the conference table, which was filled with cardboard and plastic containers. It was hard to believe this smorgasbord was only for two people.

“Is Cy joining us?” How in the world were we going to eat this much?

“No, it’s just us.” She winked as she arranged her silverware on her napkin and began to shovel some of the food onto her plate. “But to answer your question, yes, we did have our second session this morning.”

“So, how did that go?” I was right behind her, piling as much food on my plate as she was. And I intended to eat it all without feeling even a single ounce of guilt.

“Well…we had the sex talk today…” she revealed, her voice trailing off suggestively.

My ears immediately perked. “Sex talk, huh?” I didn’t know why, but that immediately led to a mental image of Micah in bed. Naked. Fuck. I didn’t mean to go there.

Jolie laughed as she sat and picked up her fork, preparing to dive into her feast. “Yeah, it was awkward—”

“Awkward? You guys are—”

“Swingers,” she filled in. “I know. Not awkward for us. You know Cy and I can talk about sex till we’re blue in the face with no problem. Hell, we have a corral of Sybians in our theme park! It was Dr. Greene who was awkward.”

“Really…” That didn’t surprise me. I had gotten a prudish vibe from him, and as desperately as I’d fought off thoughts of corrupting him, they kept creeping into my mind.

“Oh no.” She set down her fork and trained her eyes on me, narrowing her gaze.

“What?” I asked around a mouthful of delicious “crab things.”

“I know what that look means.” She laughed as she continued to study me. “You want him.”

“What?!” I didn’t mean to sound defensive or shrieky, but guess how I sounded? Sigh.

“You’re thinking about it right now!” she accused me, a smile growing wider on her face. “Natalie, he’s a minister, for crying out loud. A man of God.”

I finished chewing and swallowed. “Hey, the pussy wants what the pussy wants.”

“Oh please!” She waved her hand at me as she burst into laughter. “I think the saying is ‘the heart wants what the heart wants.’”

“Well, whatever. One and the same for me.” I chuckled. “Don’t worry, Jolie, I’m not going to ruin your wedding. I promise.”

“Does that mean you have some sort of plan to corrupt Dr. Greene? You know I was joking when I mentioned it before.” She shook her head as she continued to study my expressions.

I shrugged and tried to paint an angelic look on my face. It was an abject failure. “Nothing premeditated,” I finally admitted. “But you know how nature has a way of taking its course…”

“Uh huh.” Jolie nodded as she picked her fork up again. “Go ahead and blame it on nature.”

“Well, like you said, he is very attractive.” The more I thought about the idea, the more space it claimed in my head. I already knew he wasn’t married. And he wasn’t a priest, so he wasn’t forced to be celibate. What if I could tempt him with just one night? The thought rushed through me like a zap of electricity.

“I would rather you didn’t, though.” Jolie grew serious as she stabbed her fork into a piece of broccoli. “It’s just with Cy’s parents coming in…and all the wedding stuff…I don’t want to leave anything to chance. What if he fucks you, and it’s so amazing, he denounces his religion and runs off to join a hippie sex commune?!”

Now I was the one bursting into laughter. “Hippie sex commune? Where the fuck did that come from?” My whole body was shaking with giggles I could barely wrangle under control.

Jolie gestured toward the Bohemian dress I was wearing today. The same type of clothes I wore every day. She then pointed right at the crystal hanging around my neck. “Uh…I don’t think it’s that farfetched.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’ll keep my hands off him.” I sighed, trying to flush that fantasy down the proverbial toilet in my mind. “He’s only here this week right?”

“Yep.” She swallowed a mouthful of food. “Even you can go a week without sex, right?”

“We’ll see,” I fired back. “Not sure I ever have.”

She just shook her hand and laughed as her fork pierced another bite of food.