Chapter 1

Rena was feeling better after a second glass of wine. She and Tracey had consumed a lot of it since they had arrived at the cabin, snuggling in the warmth as the snow swirled around outside. Not much of a drinker herself, Rena had never expected the influence the wine had on her—like she was wrapped up in a warm blanket. Or perhaps it was the log fire burning away in the fireplace. Rena didn’t know at this point.

She looked across at Tracey, who was curled up on the other end of the couch, nursing her own glass of wine. Her smile had faded and she was looking a little despondent. Rena couldn’t blame her; she was feeling the same.

This winter holiday was meant to be for four people to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Rena and Andy, Tracey and Louise. Rena hadn’t seen her best friend for months due to their hectic lifestyles, and she simply wanted to spend the week after Christmas with Louise.

But that had all gone to shit. Now she was here, very newly single, with her best friend’s girlfriend. Newly single, as well.

It was worrying to see Tracey down like this. She was always outgoing and fun, a twinkle always in her eye, and a smile was never too far away. Now she was looking forlorn, staring into the rapidly diminishing wine in her glass.

To see someone, as strong as Tracey, discover the woman she loved had cheated on her and be shattered by it, hurt Rena. She wanted to hold Tracey, comfort her as she cried. The urge to hold Tracey was an odd sensation, but Rena had a feeling, from the way Tracey kept looking at her, that she wouldn’t mind.

Rena had thought herself straight, but there was something about Tracey that had drawn Rena to her. At thirty, Tracey was toned and physically fit. She had the vitality of a teenager. Rena found it a struggle to keep up with her and Louise. Her best friend seemed to feed off Tracey’s energy.

Being curvy and a tad overweight, Rena wasn’t able to move after them as quickly. Even Andy left Rena behind. And that lowered Rena’s mood, especially when Andy jabbed at her about her weight.

He wouldn’t be saying anything about her weight now.

Rena watched as Tracey ran her hand through her black curls. Her breasts, encased in a soft red jumper, moved as her arm lifts. Then her jumper rode up and Rena saw the smooth, flat skin of Tracey’s stomach.

Somehow, watching Tracey made Rena’s mouth go dry.

The wine was doing something to her.

Rena put her glass to one side and turned to Tracey, curling her legs under her.

“Have you ever cheated on someone, Tracey?”

“What did you say?”

Tracey looked confused. Rena bit her lip.

“Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Tracey scowled. “I would never do that. I don’t think I even have it in me to cheat. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t really know.” Rena slowly stretched out her legs, inching her toes closer to Tracey’s feet. “I don’t think I have it in me to cheat, either. But I wanted to know how anyone could have the ability to cheat and not feel any guilt over it.”

Tracey snorted.

“Well, I’m the wrong person to ask about that.” Tracey put her glass on the table bedside her. Then she rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Sometimes, I guess they do feel something. But often it’s only regret, because they’ve been caught. It’s a sense of control, cheating. They’re in charge and it’s empowering. But, if I’m honest, I don’t see the attraction.”

“Neither do I.” Rena paused. “Did you know Louise was into men as well?”

“I knew she was bisexual, but she had mentioned more than once that she didn’t find Andy attractive.”

Rena grunted.

“Kind of difficult to argue when there’s eight inches of cock shoved inside you.”

Tracey stared at her. Then she threw her head back and laughed. Rena tried to laugh, but the pain was still there. Her boyfriend and her best friend, gone. Three days and it was still fresh.

“Louise was my best friend.”

Tracey’s expression softened. She shifted around, sliding across the couch and putting an arm around Rena’s shoulders. Rena didn’t argue as Tracey hugged her, rubbing her back. Rena sighed and closed her eyes. This felt good. Really good.

Tracey shifted a little, and then she was using both hands, massaging Rena’s shoulders. This had Rena moaning. She did love a massage. Maybe she should ask Tracey to do them more often.

Then Rena realized that Tracey’s hands were drifting even lower down her back, her fingers brushing against the hem of her sweater. It had ridden up to reveal some flesh at the small of her back. Rena tried not to shiver as Tracey’s fingers brushed her skin.