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date.”
    “—a very hot guy, I might add—”
    “That’s…” She mused for a moment and decided that Alice was right. Rick Dawson, in spite of his many defects, was smoking hot. “…of no consequence.”
    “—I wouldn’t antagonize him by tearing into him.”
    “I didn’t tear into him!” She gestured wildly. “See, that’s exactly my point. All I did was state my opinion and he got all hot and bothered, told me I was mean and ran for the door! I mean, what is this? Middle school? I’m sorry but if a guy can’t stand a little criticism he’s not a real man in my book.”
    “He looked like a real man to me.”
    “Looks can be deceiving. He’s a mouse, not a man.”
    “Which proves my case.”
    Felicity frowned at her friend. “What case?”
    “Remember what we were talking about? How you refuse to date because it’s too much hassle?”
    “Oh, God.” She clasped her hands to her head. “You uploaded the entire thing, didn’t you?”
    “I did.” Alice tapped the countertop smartly. “And you just proved me right: you will do anything to sabotage any chance to be with a guy, even arguing pointless…points with him so you can drive him away.”
    “I didn’t drive Rick away. He drove himself away. And for the record, my argument wasn’t pointless. He was attacking womanhood.”
    “And you had to leap to its defense.”
    “Duh. Who else would?”
    Alice threw up her hands. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
    Felicity shrugged, then pointed out the main issue. “We need to take down that video.”
    “We don’t. That video is up and it stays up.” She grinned. “In fact, I put a password on our YouTube account that even you won’t be able to crack.”
    Felicity gasped in horror. “You did not!”
    “I did. I think it’s time that your crazy ideas about men and women were put out there for the whole world to dispute.” She shrugged. “Or at least our fellow Happy Baysians.”
    At that exact moment, the oven dinged, adding emphasis to Alice’s words. Felicity closed her eyes. She’d just remembered she’d told her friend she didn’t need sex since that required getting cozy with a man. And that the first person to watch the Flour Girl videos the moment they went live was…Mom.
    Oh God, kill me now, she thought bleakly.

CHAPTER 12

    A tiny spider was slowly making its way up the passenger door of the car. Jerry watched it with a baleful eye. He felt very much like that spider: stuck with no chance of escape. “I feel you buddy,” he muttered as the spider discovered the window was closed and it had no place to go. “I feel you.”
    “Who are you talking to?” his associate asked. Johnny, a mountain of a man with plump, rosy cheeks, sat sucking a lollipop, as usual. Ever since the big guy had stopped smoking, lollipops were his poison of choice. His mother, who had encouraged him to drop the habit, said it was the sucking addiction that would be hardest to give up and had advised lollipops as temporary replacement therapy. She didn’t believe in nicotine patches.
    “I’m not talking to anyone,” Jerry said moodily as he transferred his gaze from the spider to his associate, fixing him with the same unhappy stare. Contrary to his partner, he was pale and gaunt and built like a grasshopper, his weaselly face now contorted in a nasty frown.
    “Oh buddy, you look like shit,” Johnny remarked quite tactlessly.
    “Thanks. You would look like shit if you hadn’t eaten in three days.”
    “Why do you do this to yourself, Jer? Come on. Humans weren’t made to fast!” He offered his lollipop. “Here, eat this. Get a little sugar in ya.”
    He eyed the bright pink thing with distaste. Not only because Johnny had been sucking it for the past ten minutes but because he wanted real food, not candy. He wanted a burger with fries. Or onion rings smothered in butter. Or—his stomach made a hopeful leap at the thought—a pork chop with Béarnaise sauce and mashed potatoes on