Jenna and Holly could barely contain their excitement as they held up a cream-colored envelope, both grinning like total lunatics. “Okay, you’re freaking me out. What did you do?” Bellamy eyed her friends from where she sat on her bed with pages of scribbled notes in her lap and her cell phone glued to her hand. She’d spent three hours piecing together what she could from various e-mails, trying to make heads or tails of the impossible task in front of her. Without the contract in-hand, the research was spotty at best. Not even taking a break for that yoga class had calmed her, even though the yogi had been very male and oh-so limber. Of course, no matter how enticing the view of his Downward Facing Dog was, men were still on Bellamy’s shit list. “Well, when you were—” Jenna paused to clear her throat. “Out last night, we cozied up to one of the resort managers.” Holly interrupted with a snort. “And by ‘cozied up to,’ she means ‘flirted mercilessly with.’”
