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After grabbing his thick cock last night, Slutty Jade was all for it. “Hop on for a ride and make those sex dreams come true, girl!”
Sensible Jade wasn’t so sure.
After all, I had six practical reasons why I would never date Brian O’Shaughnessy. Although, admittedly, they didn’t sound very solid now.
Now that I knew why he called me Sunshine, I kind of liked it, so Rule Number One was out the window. And did I really care about the town’s rumor mill talking about me?
So much for Number Two.
And now that I thought about it, why would it matter that he was good friends with Lainey? Wouldn’t us dating make being godparents easier?
I didn’t have an argument for Five and Six, though.
There was nothing I could do about my ancestry. I was still French Protestant, and he was still supposed to marry an Irish Catholic girl. There was no changing who I was.
Buuuuut, maybe the fact that we both worked a lot could be a good thing. Maybe we’d actually understand if the other wasn’t available.
I let out a big sigh.
Who was I kidding?
No matter how I tried to spin it, I knew getting involved with him was just heartache waiting to happen.
I had learned my lesson with Garrett, and regardless how fucking hot Brian looked shirtless, I wasn’t going through that again.
But I think I could have a fling with him.
As long as we were upfront about what it was, we could keep things fun and superficial, right?
Just sex.
No expectations of anything else.
I could handle that without getting my heart broken.
Now I just needed to figure out how to bring the topic up with him without embarrassing myself.
Chapter Thirty
Brian
I noticed her yellow t-shirt in the distance and was glad I had a pair of sunglasses on so no one could tell I was gawking at her as she walked along the wet sand in her pretty bare feet, both her white sneakers in her left hand.
Her ash-blonde hair looked like a halo as it caught the setting sun’s fading light.
Her nickname suited her. She was a walking ray of sunshine. And I got to spend the next ten days with her.
Alan was right—this was an opportunity not to be wasted.
Her face lit up with a smile when she noticed me sitting in the sand in front of Alan’s cottage, and she jogged toward me.
“Hey! How was your ice cream?”
“We decided not to go. I didn’t want to keep Alan from getting on the road. He was hoping to get home before the news came on.”
She plunked down next to me. “It was so nice of him to come and see you.”
“Alan’s a good dude.”
