Page 145 of The Fake Date Agreement

“So, it has to be Javier.”

“No, because he doesn’t need a book to—” I snap my mouth shut. Too late.

Way, way too late.

Max is like a bloodhound.

The tip of her nose twitches, and her eyes sharpen as she pounces on my slip-up. “He doesn’t need a book to do what?” She gets to her feet and prowls toward me. “Showyou a good time?Giveyou a good time.”

Oh God. I was hoping to avoid this.

“Nope. Not talking about this. Gotta go.” I spin around to leave before we can delve deeper into my love life.

I am never admitting to anyone that I had sex with Javier in the middle of a fair where anyone could have walked in on us and that I have absolutely no regrets about having done so. Public sex with the unexpected thrill of discovery from someone who could walk in any moment is not Tobie Myers.

She blocks the doorway with her body, pulling some fancy yoga move to get around me. Arms and legs spread wide like a starfish to block the door. Her eyes narrow. “Who did you sleep with?”

“No one,” I deny, smiling at her position. “You look ridiculous, you know that, right?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” She stares at me for a beat, then nods confidently. “Reid.”

“How the hell could you…” She flashes me a grin, and I sigh. “I can’t believe I fell for that.”

“Had to be,” she says smugly. “Caleb is still being distant and gruff, so it had to be Reid. It was after he kissed you at the game, right?”

I don’t look her in the eye when she comments on Caleb. He might be distant and gruff to her and to everyone else, but he isn’t that way around me.

She drops her arms and steps around me to return to the yoga mat. I guess she got what she wanted out of me.

“What makes you think it was after the game?”

She flips her ponytail out of her face when she steps into a lunge. “After the way he kissed you? If a guy hauled me into his arms like that, I would jump him at the first opportunity.” She winks at me. “And I saw you creeping down the hallway in a trench coat. I bet I can guess what you had, or didn’t have on, under that coat.”

I sink against the door, covering my hot cheeks. “Max…”

She laughs. “I’m happy for you. Sounds like you’re having fun.” She peers up at me from her downward dog. “Youarehaving fun, right?”

I don’t even have to think about my answer. “I am.” I’m aware that I have a stupid grin on my face when I say, “I like them, Max. I really like them.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“Since when did you watchESPNto know about that kiss, anyway?”

“Since you started dating hockey players. Everyone knows about the kiss. Marc probably cried when he saw it.”

I reluctantly smile. “He didn’t cry. He was at the game, which is how I know.”

“Then he went home to do it. Had to kill him to see Reid drag you into his arms like that.” She smirks. “It was like the big Hollywood movie moment, and he was the ex standing in the rain with his nose against the window.”

“That’sLady and the Tramp.”

She nods approvingly. “Even better. He’s the scruffy mongrel that…”

I can’t help but laugh. “Stop.”

“Sure thing.”

I’m instantly suspicious. I eye her warily. “You did something.”

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