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“I’d hate to break this to you, but you’re going to have to find a new wingman. I’m over the whole pointless dating scene.”

“What does that even mean?”

He sighs. “I’m done pretending she doesn’t exist, man.”

“The M.P.?” I ask.

I’m pretty sure he’s nodding right now because it takes him a few beats before he actually answers me with words.

“Yeah, the M.P.”

Well, shit.

I used to think the magic pussy was an urban legend—no pussy is so good you can’t forget it—but nowadays, I’m willing to admit that it might have some merit. I haven’t even had the pleasure of tunneling through Rainey’s love channel, yet she infiltrates my thoughts on a regular basis. If I’m this bad now, I’ll probably be a fucking psycho once we actually do the deed.

Yeah, that was intentionally assumptive. We all know it’s only a matter of time before she caves.

“Have you talked to her?” I ask.

Riley banged his best friend one night during his undergrad years, completely obliterating the friendship line that stood between them. He claims she ruined him for all other women, but he was an idiot and lost all contact with her. I watched him date one hot blonde after another trying to get over the clichédone that got away. I tried convincing him to call her once, but he was a stubborn ass—swearing it was for the best. At the time, I was too concerned with finding my own pussy to push any further. Rye was a fantastic fucking wingman, and I benefitedgreatlyfrom that.

Don’t judge me; I was a twenty-two-year-old college student. You’re allowed to be stupidly obsessed with getting laid. It’s, like, a rule or something.

“No,” he replies. “I figured I’d settle in first, so she knows I’m serious about sticking around before I reach out to her.”

“Well,mi casa es su casa, buddy. Just give me a call when you get to town.”

“Thanks, Brody. I owe you.”

I smile when I end the call. Drew, Riley, and I in the same town is going to be way too much fun.

CHAPTER 27

Brody

“So, Devyn…I guess we have something in common.”

She gets the cutest little crinkle between her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Riley. We were both friends with him in college. He’s a great guy, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, super great,” she mutters.

Okay, you’re probably wondering what’s going on, right? Well, it turns out Drew’s little sister went to the University of Oregon with my buddy, Riley. Better yet, I have a sneaking suspicionshe’sthe goddamn magic pussy. I was there when they ran into each other for the first time after he moved to Seattle, and let me tell you, it was about as awkward as it could possibly be. Riley claims he never slept with her, but I’m not a fucking idiot. You could cut the sexual tension between those two with a silicone dildo. Since Riley’s not giving up the information, I’m workingthis angle.

I smirk. “You don’t think so? It seemed to me that you two know each otherreallywell. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love that fucker to death.”

She takes a bite of her salad and chews it completely before replying. “Yeah, he’s probably a littletoocharming.”

Ah, there it is. The scowl on her face when she said that was barely noticeable, but it was there. If I hadn’t known her for so long, I wouldn’t have seen it. They definitely have history.

“Why do you say that?”

Her fork drops onto her plate with a clang. “Brody, why did you invite me to lunch? If you’re looking for something to gossip about with my brother, it’s not going to happen.”

“I told you why I invited you. I was right by your office, and I was hungry. Excuse me for being considerate.”

Total bullshit right there. I had absolutelynoreason to be downtown at noon on a weekday. But if I’m right about this, I’m going to be fucking stoked. If Rainey’s best friend hooks up with one of my best friends, I get even more time with her. And more time with Rainey is always a good thing. She’s gettingsoclose to giving in to me. I can feel it.

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