Page 58 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

She smiles and does a little dance in her chair. “I am. I love Emmett and everything about him. But you have to admit, Maeve, he’s the kind of man that women add to their hall pass lists and men would put in the category of, ‘Yeah, I’d probably try it.’”

“That’s ridiculous,” I say. “He’s notthathot.”

I mean, he is, but I feel like I have to protest. If I don’t, my sisters will be playing matchmaker in a heartbeat. And that’s not going to happen. Ever.

Well, ever again…

“He is,” Quinn says. “I’ll prove it.”

She grabs her phone, types in something and stops a woman walking past our table.

“Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but can you settle a bet for us?” Quinn holds up her phone. “Scale of one to ten…one being I wouldn’t fuck him with someone else’s vagina to ten being I’d let him do that thing I said I’d never do?”

She looks at the phone then back to Quinn. “Twelve. That thing I’d never doandcontemplate leaving my husband.”

“Thank you, you’ve been a huge help.”

Ainsley and Stella are in keeled-over laughter while I’m rolling my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m just proving a point.”

At that moment, Porter comes over with a tray of drinks we didn’t order.

“What are these?” Ainsley asks.

Porter looks over to Quinn before adjusting his eyes back to Ainsley. “It’s not often the fourth Banks sister graces Rolling Hills with her presence. I figured the least I could do was a round on the house.”

Stella and Ainsley echo thank-yous to Porter, but I can’t help but notice that he looks over to Quinn again. She doesn’t realize it as she’s reaching over for a bottle of beer, but I can clearly seethat this man could be getting robbed right now and wouldn’t notice.

What is he doing? Does he even know Quinn? He and I graduated together, and she was a few years younger.

Did they ever—no. She would’ve told me.

Right?

“Oh Porter!” Quinn says, finally taking notice that he’s still here. “Can you settle a bet for us?”

“Didn’t we already do this?” I groan.

“On the women's side, yes. But I’d like a male point of view.” She shows him the phone. “How many shots would it take?”

He looks at the picture then back to her. “One, just for the nerves. And that’s because he’s Daredevil level hot.”

“Exactly!” she says, fist pumping in the air claiming victory. “Your participation is appreciated.”

The two look at each other a little too long for normal before he heads back to the bar. But before I can ask too many other questions, a booming voice comes through the front doors.

“Seriously? What the fuck!” my brother Simon shouts as he stomps over to our table. “Where was my invitation?”

I try not to make eye contact with my big brother, who I intentionally didn’t invite. Don’t get me wrong, I love him. We’ve had each other’s backs for multiple things over the years. But sometimes, conversations are meant just for your sisters. And since I didn’t know how far Logan talk would go tonight—because of them, not me—I decided against inviting the oldest Banks.

“Can’t we just have a girls’ night?” I ask as he pulls up a chair.

“You can, but it’s rude,” he says. “I never get to hang out with all of my sisters, and I have FOMO.”

“How did you know we were here?” Stella asks. “Did Emmett tattle?”

He taps his nose. “This is what you get for dating one of my best friends, little sister. No secret is safe.”

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