Dana let the wine glass fall on its side as she tossed her head against the back of the couch.“God,look at you.You have it all figured out,don’t you?”
“What?”Bethany gave her a funny look.“No,I don’t.Far from it,honey.”
“You’ve got a great job,”Dana went on,“and you’re trying to get a promotion.By this time next year,hell,they’ll be sending you to work in France.”
Bethany laughed.“I wish.”
As far as Dana was concerned,there was nothing funny about the idea.“And I’ll be stuck here.Or worse,back home in BFE.What am I supposed to do with my life,Bethy?Tell me.”
“You’ll figure it out.”Bethany’s hand covered Dana’s knee.
Maybe it was the wine,but at her friend’s touch,a comforting warmth spread through Dana’s thigh and set her crotch tingling.When Bethany patted her knee,each tap crackled along Dana’s overheated flesh,and it took all the strength she had not to grab that hand and pull it up to the V between her legs,where she reallywanted it.