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“Oh yeah? Wanna tell me about those thoughts? In detail?”

“Are you trying to have phone sex with me while you drive?” I snort out a small laugh. “That doesn’t seem safe.”

“Good point, Abby Jane. Plus, why settle for your words when I get the real deal?”

“Oh, my God. You’re so cocky.”

“But I got the goods to back it.” I’m about to ask him how he even fits in his truck with that ego of his, but he changes the subject. “Seriously, what are you up to today?”

“Other than wasting the day away in my bed reading, not much.”

“West texted me earlier and asked if I wanted to go tubing in about an hour. You wanna come?”

“Yes!” My answer surprises me. I haven’t been out to the river in a long time…in fact, I think the last time I went was the summer before Brock ditched me. But the thought of seeing him in his swim trunks outweighs my memories of our past—at least for today. “Can I invite Stacia?”

“For sure. I know West won’t complain. I’ll pick y’all up. Oh, and Abby Jane…I can’t fucking wait to see you in a bikini.”

The fact that Brock and I were both thinking about seeing the other in are swimsuits has me feeling giddy. I end the call and fire off a text to my bestie telling her to get her ass over here stat before dashing back to my room to get ready.

Thirty minutes later, I’m dressed in a pair of denim cutoffs and a white tank top, with my black two-piece swimsuit underneath. I’m sliding my feet into a pair of flip-flops when I hear Stacia let herself in. “Yo! You ready?” she hollers from the living room.

“Yup. Just packing a bag,” I yell back, tossing a towel and some sunblock into my bag.

I walk out to where she is and find her raiding my fridge. “Fabulous. I grabbed us a six-pack on my way!”

“Nice. FYI, I need groceries, so your mission is a lost cause.”

Stacia nudges the refrigerator closed with her hip. “Damn. I’m hungry.”

“You know one of them will have food.”

“Truth. Who all is going?” she asks, hoisting herself up to sit on my counter.

“I’m not sure. Brock and West are the only two I know for sure.”

Stacia goes to reply, but my phone pings with an incoming text. “C’mon, he’s here.”

CHAPTER 17

BROCK

I pullup in front of Abby Jane’s building and both West and I hop out to help the girls load up. “Just so you know, you’re riding in the backseat.”

“Are you being serious?” he asks, incredulous.

“As a heart attack. Plenty of room back there, Plus, Abby Jane invited her friend along.”

West’s interest is instantly piqued. “The hot one with the bull ring in her nose?” His question answers itself when the girls exit the building.

I swear to God, my mouth goes drier than the Sahara when my eyes land on Abby Jane. Her shorts are so short, they could pass as denim underwear, and I can see her skimpy black triangle top through her white tank. Having intimate knowledge of what that top is hiding, somehow makes it hotter. I reach down and adjust my hard-on as my girl approaches me.

She hesitates at the last second, so I step to her and take her beach bag from her. “Glad you decided to join us,” I whisper the greeting before pressing my lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip for a beat before pulling away. “Let’s go. You’ve got shotgun.”

She glances over to where West is helping Stacia load her drinks into the cooler—and by helping, I mean that he’s staring at her ass as she bends over.

I snort at her unspoken question. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

With everyone situated, I shift the truck into gear and pull out into the flow of traffic. “Hey, Brock,” Stacia says. “Y’all have fun last night?” I catch her eyes in my rearview mirror, and she’s smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

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