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“Oh please.”
“Just saying.” He raises a brow and smirks.
“I do not have a crush on Xander. He’s too much for my tastes, plus the temper is just not for me. If I had a crush on any of you it’d be—” I stop abruptly.
“Oh no, go on.” He grins, and I hate that he’s so smug.
“Colton,” I say smartly.
“Colt?” He sounds incredulous.
“Yes. Obviously.”
“Why is that obvious?”
“Umm. He’s dream-man material. He’s gorgeous, talented—I mean the quarterback, come on—he’s so incredibly sweet and such a good guy. The way he treats Joss like she’s the only one he sees? And he fucked her in a library. That’s hot.”
“We’re gonna circle back to that last part, but do your friends know you’re crushing so hard on their men?”
“They know I’m happy for them and just a wee bit jealous which is why they’re on a mission to set me up now. Joss has been joking that they’re in a competition to see who can get me a date for her wedding.”
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Jossand I are going to have a talk about her stabbing me in the back like this after I worked damn hard to help push Colt in her favor. Then I’m going to ask Xander why the fuck his girlfriend put her best friend in my house to torture me day in and day out, only to try and torture me further by setting her up with other guys on my fucking team while I watch. I’m starting to think there’s a fucking conspiracy afoot with these women.
“A competition, eh?”
“Yeah. Joss wants to set me up with a football player. Harper thinks I’d be better off with someone academic. I guess Nick is the compromise?”
“This is how you spend girls’ nights? Talking about where you’re getting fucked and who’s going to fuck you next?”
“Yes. How do you spend guys' nights?”
“Well, not bragging about the sex we’ve had anymore since they’re all locked down.”
She laughs as she puts the dishes in the dishwater.
“And what do you mean a library?”
Her eyes lift to meet mine, a smirk forming there. “Joss knew about your library and when I asked how…”
“He fucked her inmylibrary?”
She shrugs.
“Wow. I trusted him.” I’m half amused that Mr. Rules would, and half proud that I must have rubbed off on him a little bit.
“Don’t you dare tell him I told you.” She gives me a threatening look.
“He fucked someone in my library. That’s cold. The whole rest of the house I don’t give a fuck about, but my sacred inner sanctum. Really?” I continue with my pretend shock.
“Oh please. Like you haven’t fucked a dozen women in there. It was romantic. Leave them alone and get over yourself.”
“Uh, I will have you know I’ve never fucked anyone in there. That’s like a no-fucking zone. Or at least it was. And it’s romantic for him to fuck her inmylibrary?”
“I mean, I don’t think it matters that it wasyourlibrary. Just that it was a library, and he couldn’t wait to have her anymore.”
