Boston shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe Reno isn’t notorious enough for her.”
“She wants to be Mrs. Beast.” Declan snickers, and when I shoot him a look so cold that it could kill someone, he laughs harder. He takes a sip of his coffee to muffle it.
“I slept with Arden last night.”
Declan, taken by surprise, either inhales or coughs right into his coffee cup, which causes a tsunami in his mug. His coffee explodes all over his face, down the front of his blue crewneck, and covers the crotch of his joggers.
I glare at him, even though he can’t see me since his eyes are screwed shut to prevent burning hot coffee from scorching his retinas.
Boston lets out a long breath, like he’s tired of babysitting the pair of us, and snags some paper towels off the counter. He slaps it into Declan’s hands before he pulls out a chair between us and drops himself into it.
Declan is still wiping his face when he speaks again. “Youwhat?”
“I had sex with Arden,” I repeat.
“Your fake girlfriend,” Boston says slowly, crossing his arms in front of him. “I’m sure nothing could go wrong there.”
“Likerealsex?” Declan asks, blinking through the coffee still seeping into his eyes. “Penetrative sex?”
“I’m going to ask you to go home soon,” I tell him pointedly.
“Not your house,” he counters, finally dropping the soaking paper towel. “Wow. Does that mean… Is this thing real now?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, running a hand over my mouth. “I didn’t have the chance to clarify because I woke up and Irina was setting my life on fire. Figures. I had such a good night?—”
My gaze snaps to Lowesy. My night was as good as it was because I was celebrating with him. So were his friends. His Canadian friends and his Canadian family.
“Wait, why are you here? Isn’t the whole crew staying at your place?”
“Yeah, but I saw the interview this morning.”
I cock a brow. “So, you left them?”
“Well, first I called Boston, who said you were on your way here, andthenI left them.”
I’m ruining his weekend. Again. I’m always ruining something, aren’t I? First, his poker night, now his engagement party. What’s next? Maybe I should just take a shit in the ring box at the wedding and go for the trifecta.
“I’m sorry, man. I keep doing this to you.”
“Don’t be. I was going to call you first, but I figured you and Arden were working things out. I saw the whole thing go down with Eej, which you’re an idiot for falling for, by the way. EJ minds his own business until he finds something fun to meddle in and then he’s like a dog with a bone.”
Fucking Dalton.
“Plus, they’ll be there when I get back. You’re important, too.”
A knock explodes through the house, signalling the arrival of my lawyer. If I didn’t know she was on her way, I would have assumed it was an entire SWAT team coming to arrest me with how fucking loud and authoritatively she’s slamming her fistonto the door.
Boston runs a hand through his long, dark hair and drops his mug to the table. “Did you lock the fucking door?”
I frown at him. “Sorry for caring about your safety.”
He rolls his eyes and stands. “That’ll be Lem.”
He leaves Dec and me together in the kitchen.
While he’s out of earshot, I lower my voice and lean across the table. Dec follows suit in his soaked sweater, and even though this is not even remotely important, I have to know his thoughts.
“Do you think those two ever…?”
