"Wow, would you look at that!"
The hostesses all followMac’s gaze. The beach swarms with party goers. Bare-chested men and bikini clad young women mill about a bright white tent, gleaming in the late afternoon sun. A heaping fire pit sends up tendrils of deliciously scented steam.
"What a great idea for Heidi’s birthday party. Who doesn’t love a beach bash? We’re going to have such a good time," Lyn announces heading toward the tent.
The hostesses hurry to follow. "What are they cooking?" Patsy eyes the fire pit tended by several hunky guys. "It looks like seaweed. I’m not eating seaweed."
"Besides, you don’t eat the seaweed. They use it to cover the clams and potatoes and corn on the cob, to keep in the heat while everything cooks."
"And lobster!" Mac exclaims, rubbing her hands together.
Patsy groans "I don’t know how you can eat those things, Mac."
Mac shoots her a grin.
"Don’t like to sweat, remember?" Mac flutters her eyelashes.
Mary snorts and tugs at her bikini top. "Don’t look at me. I can’t run around wearing this thing. I’ll end up in jail for indecent exposure." She sighs when one of the hunky cooks sends her a wink. "Then again, a little jail time might be worth it."
All three turn to Patsy, who hops on one foot. She scowls at the remnant of a flowered sandal dangling from her toes "I stepped on a seashell and blew out my flip flop."
"Yeah, but you look great in that bikini. We all do." Lyn preens, shooting a smile at a group of guys tossing a football in the sand.
"It’s riding up my butt," Patsy grumbles, kicking off her ruined shoes.
"Does anyone see Oliver?" Mac stretches to scan the crowd. "Heidi said they’d be serving Sex on the Beach Between the sheets, and Afternoon Delight. And you know no one can mix up a drink like Oliver."
"There he is." Mary wiggled her fingers at Oliver, looking cool and sexy, as usual. He stamds beside the makeshift bar with Heidi at his side. She grins and waves frantically in welcome. "And there’s the birthday girl."
"I hope you brought your appetites," Heidi says, as they approach.. "We’re about to uncover the feast."
“I brought mine, but first…"
"The cake!" Heidi cries
"Nice trick, Oliver." Patsy glares at the sidekicks, who scurry off down the beach.
Heidi’s shoulders slump on a relieved sigh. "Oliver, you’re my hero, but if you don’t mind, I think I need a drink."
“Make that five drinks,” the hostesses say in unison.
They raise their glasses in a toast.
Happy Birthday, Heidi, and congratulations on your book. Wishing you many, many sales.
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