Page 34 of Third Time Lucky

I wince. Second time in two days for that comparison. “If that’s how people describe me, it’s no wonder I’ve got such an active and dynamic sex life.”

Fiona chortles. “He’s right. That’s not the greatest visual, JD.”

“I was trying to say he’s warm and fun and any man would be lucky to date him.” He hesitates. “It does sound a little creepy, doesn’t it? Imagine that hybrid baby for a minute.”

“Let’s not. Anyway, I’d rather be sensual, intimidating and lust-inducing.”

JD and Fiona both make buzzer sounds and give me dual thumbs down. She smiles apologetically. “Thanks for playing, but no can do. Maybe the sensual part, but with those curls, that skin and your gorgeous tiger eyes, you could never be intimidating. You’re more the cutie next door that grew up even yummier and rich.”

“That’s oddly specific.” I touch my hair, wondering if I was so distracted by this morning’s leg cramp session that I forgot to brush out my curls again. “But thank you?”

“Cat eyes?” JD squints at me. “They always reminded me more of those marbles kids play with. Like, commit to a color already, you’re freaking me out.”

“Everything freaks you out, Jimmy Dean. And stop with the compliments before I get even more depressed.”

“Is that the kind of man you’re interested in? Intimidating and lusty? Is my G-rated brother into bouncy castles and bad boys?”

I’m really not. I’m not even sure if I have a type, but if I did it would be the wrong type. My track record proves that I can’t be trusted when it comes to men.

I forcefully push thoughts of Elliot’s smile aside. “You tell me.”

JD stares me down. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You’re really going to go through with it? Let me set you up on a date or two?”

Fiona is nibbling on her fire eggs but wrinkles her nose in confusion at his words. “You said you already had three dates lined up, and that the first one is taking him out to dinner tomorrow night. Is he just agreeing to that now?”

“Snitch,” JD gasps dramatically. “Pregnancy has changed you.”

“I’m the size of a house, I can’t bend over and I’m growing two future Finns inside my body. Hell yes, I’ve changed. I’d like to see you try it.”

JD and I share a quick look of understanding, silently agreeing that women are to be respected and feared and we’re both thankful that those male werewolf pregnancy books are biologically impossible.

“Three dates? And none of them are any of the winners you dated when you were writing those articles?” I specify.

Spoiler Alert: I’m being sarcastic. None of the men he dated were winners.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Craig maybe. If he swung that way.”

I shake my head. “And who do you have scheduled for tomorrow night? You have one minute to sell me.”

JD sits up straighter. “He’s handsome, but not enough to be a bitch about it. He prefers Marvel to DC, he bakes and he’s into Pilates. You know what that means.”

I’m now picturing a man in tights doing a side plank while eating a cookie. “He’s conflicted?”

“He’s bendy.”

“Wish I was still bendy,” Fiona murmurs, pouting as she takes another large bite of her spicy eggs before anyone can stop her.

“Are you sure it’s okay to do that?”

She waggles her eyebrows and shoves another forkful in her mouth. I’m sweating just thinking about it.

JD leans into her with an affectionate grin. “She’s such a badass. And soon she’ll be bendy again and I’ll be an uncle.”

“You are an uncle,” I chide.

“Yeah, but Craig’s kids think I’m weird and so does their mother. With the twins, I have a fighting chance to be the favorite.”

Fiona snorts and chokes on her egg-flavored hot sauce. JD pats her back and bites his lip in concern. “As long as they’re not fire-breathing alien babies.”

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