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Just when she was getting used to the idea that she and Tyler might be able to do this…might be able to have something…maybe it didn’t really mean as much to him as she’d thought. Maybe she was the one who was getting all caught up in romantic ideas about falling in love when all he wanted was convenient, across-the-hall sex.

She had to guard her heart, or she was going to end up broken again.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Ugh.” Emma lowered her phone with a grimace. “That dude I went out with last week just sent me a dick pic.”

“Let me see.” Mila attempted to grab Emma’s phone, but missed. No doubt the result of the many pomegranate margaritas she’d consumed.

Arden shook her head, the three of them standing at the bar at Prophecy, a hot dance club on West Hubbard. Music pumped around them, the dance floor a mass of shifting bodies, the lights changing from red to blue to purple. “Why do guys do that?”

“No idea.” Mila now had Emma’s phone and studied the picture. “What I want to know is why unsolicited dick pics aren’t called junk mail.”

Emma and Arden burst out laughing.

Mila was swiping away at Emma’s phone, her forehead furrowed in concentration.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked. “You’re not replying to him, are you?”

“Yep.” Mila’s grin held a hint of evil. “Hang on.” She gave one final tap to the screen and handed it back to Emma.

Emma’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!” Then she collapsed against the bar, laughing.

Arden reached out for the phone to see what Mila had done. She saw the reply to the junk mail—a picture of an obscenely huge penis. “Aaaah! Where did you get that?”

“I just searched in your browser and saved it. Gimmee.” She wiggled her fingers.

Emma handed the phone back.

The reply from the dude came quickly.WTF?

Grinning, Mila sent another message, then held the phone up to show the second picture she’d sent. Arden and Emma winced, but Arden had to smile.

Nasty!Was the reply.Why? I was nice!

Mila tapped in a response.If sending dick pics is nice, I’m being nice too.She quickly sent three more pictures.

STOP. Just leave me alone.

Arden’s abs hurt from laughing.

“There. He won’t bother you again.” Mila handed the phone back.

“Um, Mila?” Emma lifted an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“What if I liked that guy?”

Mila stared at Emma, her mouth open. “No!”

“Kidding!” Emma collapsed into giggles.

“Oh, you bitch. You scared the shit out of me for a second there.” Mila grabbed Emma and hugged her. “Well, that was the most fun I’ve had all night.”

“You’re not having fun with us?” Arden stared at her in dismay.

“Of course I am. And the dancing was fun. But I thought I was going to pick up some random guy for hot meaningless sex. And nobody’s interested.”

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