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The triplets were still running amok 90 percent of the time, but Fe was calmer, and more laidback. It was looking as if splitting from Clark was the best thing to have happened to her sister.

“Yes, she did! She told me to pack a go bag.”

“What’s a bloody go bag?” Fe made herself comfortable on the bed once more.

“A sex go bag! She told me to take accessories and naughty lingerie with me.”

Fe’s hand went to her mouth in surprise and then she belly laughed for a solid five minutes. “Shit, you really would kill Halle, if you did that!”

Throwing her make-up sponge at Fe, Lydia shook her head. “I’m doing nothing of the sort.”

“So proper,” Fe cackled.

“We haven’t even had a first date. Blimey, Fe, I wouldn’t use accessories with someone I’ve been dating for several months, let alone one.”

“You don’t like toys?”

Throwing up her hands, Lydia looked to the ceiling in exasperation. “Oh my God, why are we talking about this?”

“You brought it up. I was just wondering. Clark didn’t like toys either.”

“TMI, sis!”

“Christ, Lydia, I thought I was the uptight sister!”

“You are!”

“Clearly not anymore.”

“Fe, you specifically told me I wasn’t allowed to talk about sex with you.”

“True, but I think I can handle it now.” Squinting, Lydia tried to read Fe’s face. It occurred to her that this was more about Fe’s need to talk about sex than Lydia’s. They really were entering unknown territory now. Was Fe interested in something, or someone? Why the sudden change of heart where sexy talk was concerned?

“Is there something you want to talk about?” Lydia settled on the bed next to Fe.

“Not specifically. I don’t know. I was just wondering if there’s stuff I’ve missed out on.” Fe was fiddling with the bedcovers. It was an Archer trait.

Lydia couldn’t believe she was about to ask this question. “Did you have good sex with Clark?”

“I think so.”

“You think so. Not exactly a ringing endorsement, sis.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, it was good.”

“But?”

Fe’s fidgeting became worse. “Clark never wanted to explore. Now I’m wondering if that’s why he cheated. Maybe he wasn’t sexually attracted to me, or I was a duffer in bed.”

Curse Clark for making Fe feel this way about herself. “That’s not possible. Us Archer women are dynamite in bed.”

Fe tittered. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. And you can put that crap out of your mind about not being sexually attractive. You know you turn heads, Fe. I’ve been jealous of you our entire lives.”

“Lydia, what? Why?”

“Oh, come off it. You got the height, the waistline, and the skin from Mum. I looked like a bridge troll compared to you growing up.”