Page 28 of Better Hate than Never

“Sure you weren’t.”

“Where’s this bullshit coming from? You mad I gave you a bigger client portfolio at work? Bummed we’re slated for our best quarter yet?”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s not about work. Believe it or not, some of us think about things besides ROIs and investment strategies. It’s about you pulling your Casanova bullshit on my baby sister.”

“I did not!”

“Maybe not on purpose,” he grants, “but the end result was the same. Forgive me if I still haven’t recovered from the fact that, after you left early from our happy hour meet-up last week, Gia said she would, and I quote, ‘let you step on her neck.’ ”

I cough, studiously avoiding his eyes. “For the record, all I said to her was, ‘Good to see you, too.’ ”

He shakes his head wearily. “Just isn’t right. You can get any woman you want and you refuse to date. Then there are guys like me who’d settle down in a heartbeat, and nobody wants us. They want you and your Henry Cavill bubble butt.”

I stop dead on the sidewalk, making Nick trip into me. “What thehelldid you just say?”

“That’s what Gia told me. Do you know how much I didn’t want to think about my baby sister thinking about your ass? How much I didn’t want to google Henry Cavill’s ass—spoiler alert, curiositywon out and I did google Henry Cavill’s ass—only to then have to look atyourass to form my own opinion on this comparison? I’m very upset to report, by the way, that my sister was right, you have Superman’s butt.”

I turn away and start walking. “I deeply regret bringing you with me.”

“Ah, c’mon, it’ll be fun. At least, it will be once you fess up about why youreallywant me to be there. You’ve been doing these game nights for years and never once have I had an invitation. What’s different tonight?”

I slant him a menacing glare.

He lifts his hands and widens his eyes. “Oooh, now I’m scared.”

“You should be. I don’t just have Superman’s ass, I have his biceps, and they’ll happily launch you toward the nearest train station.”

“You’d never.” He hooks an arm around my neck, tugging me close and ruffling my hair. “Beneath that grizzly-bear growling is just a big old teddy.”

“Get off,” I tell him.

“C’mon.” He claps his hands and rubs them together, trying to warm himself up. “Let’s hear it. Let’s hear why your old pal Nick Lucentio is being dragged to board-game night when he’s never been dragged there before.”

I sigh, planting a hand on his chest to stop him from marching into the intersection and getting flattened by a cab that runs the light. “I have to be around someone who... I’m not sure how to...” Sighing, I scrub my face. “I just need a little backup tonight, okay?”

Nick frowns my way. “Is this you being... sincere? Expressing... emotion?”

I mutter something very rude in Italian and start across the street.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he says on a laugh. “You know I’m happy to come. Besides, you never know. Tonight could be the night I meet my lady fair after all.”

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“Sweet God.” Nick gapes as I shut the apartment door behind us and shrug off my coat. I’m roasting already. “Who isthat?”

I frown, trying to follow the line of his gaze. Everyone’s crammed in the kitchen, animated about something I can’t make sense of amid the laughter.

Jamie, taller than everyone, spots us first and steps out of the crowd, walking our way. “There you are!” he says, taking our coats and hanging them up. “You, uh”—he lowers his voice—“know that Kate’s here, right?”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I reassure him. We do our typical handshake to backslapping hug, then I introduce him to Nick, who can barely drag his gaze away from whoever’s caught his eye.

“Lucentio.”

Nick doesn’t blink. “Huh?”

“How about you stick your tongue back in your mouth and use it to tell me what’s gotten into you.”

“She’s perfect,” he whispers. “Who is she?”

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