Page 71 of The Mating Game
“Hey,” I answer.
“Settle something for us,” he goes on. “Who’s hotter, blondes or brunettes?”
I feel like this is a conversation Ishouldn’tbe having with the brothers of the woman I’ve been casually messing around with, but that doesn’t stop my mouth from opening to immediately answer, “Brunettes.”
“Told you,” Chase says smugly.
Kyle rolls his eyes. “I think both of you are idiots.”
“What about ‘blondes have more fun’?” Thomas points out.
“I think that only applies when they aren’t dealing with meatheads like you,” Kyle scoffs.
“You’re just still sore about Heather Jenkins,” Thomas says.
Kyle’s brow wrinkles. “Who?”
“That cheerleader from high school who called you a nerd,” Chase supplies.
Kyle, who is definitely not as beefy as his brothers, turns a slight shade of pink. “She didn’t call me anerd.”
“She said you were too smart for someone like her,” Thomas reminds him.
“That’s code for nerd,” Chase adds.
I try to sneak past them, thinking that this conversation really isn’t for me, but Thomas stops me. “Hey, you coming to Fred’s tonight? Tess made a friend in town who invited all of us.”
“That would be Cat,” I tell him.
“Is she hot?” Chase asks.
My lips quirk. “She’s practically married.”
“Ugh, bummer,” Chase sighs. “This town’s too small. There are barely any women here.”
“You’d have better luck in Denver, I think,” I tell him.
Thomas nods eagerly. “We’re going there tomorrow. Boss is giving us the weekend off so we can go sow our wild oats.”
“And pick up supplies,” Kyle corrects.
Chase waggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, but if we find a little strange on the side…Know what I mean?”
“Not really, no,” I say.
Chase cocks his head. “You don’t have a girl?”
Don’t think about their sister. Don’t think about their sister.
“Not for a long time, no,” I answer. “My last serious relationship…It didn’t end well. Haven’t really had any desire to try to start over yet, I guess.”
“You know what they say about getting back on the horse,” Chase says.
Thomas nods with a shit-eating grin. “The horse you get on in this scenario being a hot—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Kyle groans. “Tess would have your balls if she heard you talking like that.”
Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask—
