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“Well, that's why you just use them for sex, and then move on.” Brandy suggests. “That's my new strategy.”

Wendy scoffs. “Well, Laney’s already warmed him up for you, why don't you go grab yourself a handful of Caleb?”

“I think my bed needs to cool down just a little bit longer before I go and do something stupid like that.”

I lift my beer, clinking it against Brandy’s. “Here here. I think that's the smartest thing anyone has said since we got to this dive.”

We start talking some shop talk and then some shoe talk, and then we discuss what our next girly excursion is going to be, since, evidently, Brandy plans on having plenty of those, now that she's divorced. I catch myself too many times staring over at Caleb, who is drowning his sorrows in beer from the look of it, and I start to think that maybe I should tell him to go and piss off, but I know he'll just say something snide, like ‘it's a free country’, and he's just sitting here having a beer, alone.

Brandy catches me looking at him once more. “He got under your skin, didn't he.”

“I just can't figure out why he's still here.” I half lie.

“Well, since plan A didn't work out so well, maybe that phone call he made earlier was Plan B, and he's just waiting it out.”

“Twenty bucks says he made himself a bootie call.” Wendy suggests.

Then we watch another male enter the bar, and recognition comes to my face, and to Brandy’s. “Okay, so, which Ford brother is that? I can’t keep track.” Brandy says.

“That’s Beckett.” I answer.

“I thought he was Chas.” Janice says, raising a brow.

“No, Chas is the one that’s fucking their attorney.” I inform.

“What a shit show.” Wendy observes. “I hope they aren’t cross-breeding or something.”

“I think that only happens when humans mate outside of their species.” Brandy teases.

Wendy shrugs. “They might as well.”

Janice adds. “Wade’s the only decent one out of them all.”

“Yeah, remember his last concert?” I interject. “That boy can sing.”

“And he’s got an ass like two scoops of butter pecan ice cream.” Janice volunteers. “That’s one billionaire I’d fuck all the way to next Tuesday.”

I guffaw. “Please. You would not.”

She raises her brows. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re drunk. And you haven’t been laid since that guy your dad tried to set you up with.”

“Oh yeah? Well, what about you, huh? What about the guy your dad’s trying to set you up with?” She sneers, good-naturedly, gesturing with her chin towards where Caleb Harris is still sitting, now with a comrade.

“I said his da is trying to set us up, not mine, stupid. Have another beer.” I chuckle.

Wendy looks over at the two men, huddled together, like they’re discussing serious business plans. “Look at them. Do you think Caleb is telling Beckett how you put him in his place, or do you think that he’s making up a story, like he turned you down.”

“Probably the latter.” I snort.

“I bet he has to pay women to fuck him.” Janice says.

“I wouldn’t go that far. He is one of the most eligible bachelors according to all the magazines.”

“Then how come nobody is coming up to him?” Wendy points out.

“Because they saw Laney here tearing him a new one earlier, and they’re scared.” Laurie laughs. “They likely think that he’s yours, if they know either of you at all.”

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