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“She has a job now?”
Somewhere over Tyler’s shoulder, Zane silently mouthed the word “job,” while using his fingers to make air-quotes around it.
“She works for her father,” Tyler went on. “He got her in with some—”
“Never mind all that,” Axel interrupted him. His gaze swiveled back my way. “Stop changing the subject, here. We were talking about your date, remember?”
“Ah, yes. My date.”
I settled back in, getting even more cozy against the couch as I told my three best friends in the world about the crash-and-burn end of my date. One by one, I watched as anger crossed their handsome faces. Just like me, they didn’t like the octopus part of the date at all.
“I’ll kill him,” Zane murmured when I was finished.
“No,” I countered. “No, you won’t. He really didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, sure he was a little handsy. But it wasn’t anything I wasn’t going along with.”
“Until you weren’t,” Tyler pointed out.
I nodded, considering his words. “Until I wasn’t,” I agreed. “But even then, he stopped when I stopped and he left when I told him to. I guess he was a decent enough guy, just a bit too fast and a little too desperate.”
“A lot too desperate,” Axel huffed.
Zane shook his head solemnly. “I still might kill him.”
“You will not kill him,” I reiterated.
“Can I pancake him into the boards the next time we play him?”
The others seemed to approve of the idea. They nodded in unison.
“Look, Garth’s harmless. He’s just… well…” Eventually I shrugged. “He’s not what I’m looking for.”
I stretched my tired legs, scanning their faces one by one. I looked at Tyler, my oldest childhood friend now grown into a bushy-haired, dirty-blond, broad-shouldered Adonis. Whatever he thought of Garth, he looked more unhappy that I was unhappy than anything else, and that’s because our connection ran miles deep. I had similar reservations about his choice in women, though. Especially “Lexus.”
Axel casually tilted his beer back, as always exuding his natural magnetism. His almost humble inability to recognize how desirable he actually was made him even more desirable, if that were even possible.
And Zane… well, he was just Zane. He stood there with his arms crossed, all dark and brooding and gorgeous.
Damn, I thought to myself — and not for the first time. You’ve got the three hottest friends in the world, and somehow you’re hopelessly single.
“You know what?” I smiled at last. “I think I just suck at dating.”
My merriment seemed to relax them for a moment. But it was Axel who spoke up.
“Maybe you just need practice.”
I chuckled into my wine glass. “Practice?”
“Sure. Like hockey, for instance. Without practice, we wouldn’t know what the hell we were doing.”
Arms still crossed, Zane nodded. “He’s right. Practice might be the one thing that could help you. It could identify all the things you’re doing wrong.”
“Practice,” I declared skeptically.
“Sure.”
My brows came together slowly. “Practice dating.”
“Yup.”
