Page 77 of Not Dating Material

“So what?”

I bite my cheek. “How long have you been dating?”

“Oh! Six months. Or … almost six months? We met on Christmas Eve last year. Big party.”

“What’s he like?”

“Busy. Hot. Great in bed. Messages me poetry sometimes.”

“Poetry?” Seven asks.

I slap him before he can say anything negative. “That sounds so romantic.”

Rush gets this dopey look over his face. “Yeah, I guess it is. I might go call him.”

“Weren’t you just talking to him?” Seven asks.

“When?”

“When you were on the phone inside?”

“No, that was Mom. Ian hasn’t answered. Which makes sense. He turns his phone off when he’s in meetings and forgets to turn it back on some nights.” Rush laughs. “He’s as forgetful as I am.”

Then Rush stands and disappears back inside.

I’m debating whether to say something when Seven beats me to it.

“I don’t like.”

“Rush’s boyfriend?”

“Yep.”

I sigh. “I was hoping it was just my general skepticism, but … it’s the weekend. Who has meetings and needs to turn their phone off on a Saturday?”

“Exactly.”

“Rush is right though. It’s exactly something he’d do.”

“It is, but …”

“Yeah.” I shake it off. “We just have to hope for the best. I’m sure it’s all fine, and honestly, I wouldn’t put it past Rush to end up dating someone as chaotic as he is.”

“I hope so.”

“Besides,” I snuggle into him again. “Should we be worrying about Rush’s love life when mine is such a hot mess? I want someone I can do this with always.”

“And by this, I’m going to assume you mean use as a human pillow.”

“Well, duh. What else?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long time. “You’ll find your guy, Tiny.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because any guy who doesn’t want to date you is a frog-mouthed duck face.”

I snort into his shoulder. “Does that include you? Because last I checked, you don’t want to date me either.”

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