“No woman is that secure.”I snort.
“Zander’s single.Don’t try to persuade him of anything otherwise.I wouldn’t have understood it myself.”Drew lifts a shoulder.“Plus, he’s a lawyer, so will happily argue all night.”
He has a point.
About the arguing part.
“Being single is not a disease, Drew.”I shake my head.“You can’t tell me that Gemma isn’t a little uneasy about you being here tonight.”
He slowly takes a sip, and I start laughing.
“You didn’t tell her.”
He glares at me.“No, I didn’t tell her.I just got her to say yes to marrying me.But Gemma has nothing to worry about.”
Still laughing, I glance around at my best friends and realize exactly what’s happening here.And because I’m that guy, I’m not going to ignore it.
“Show of hands—whose spouse knows they’re at a sex club right now?”
Silence.
What a joke.
“Fuck off.”Sebastian tosses down his own whiskey.
“That’soneno.Who else?”I’m grinning like an idiot and enjoying every single second of this.
I’d say it was unbelievable, but these guys are so pussy whipped I’m almost embarrassed to call them my friends.Almost, but I’d die for these guys.
Die of embarrassment.
“Emily knows.”Seb growls.“I told her Colt called a meeting.”
I did the inverted commas.“Meeting.”
It is a meeting, though, and I’m very curious about why.It’s been almost nine months since we’ve all been in the club together.Well, except the night we had to drag Colt’s ass to the airport to stop Riley from flying home to Australia.
When he learned she was carrying his baby.
My gaze flicks to the doorway as Dereck and Damon stride in, looking like two dudes from a Ralph Lauren photoshoot.
Except they’re likely clad in Tom Ford.
Drew stands and man-hugs them both.Dereck Baxter is his cousin and Damon his stepbrother.Last time I saw them was at a party I hosted recently.
Both are successful, wealthy and...single, so I welcome them with open arms whenever they show up.
“Hey guys.”I lift my glass.
“Glad you could make it,” Drew says and indicates the server, who begins pouring two whiskies for them.
“Cindy, can we get some snacks?”Colt asks her.
“Yes, sir.”
Dereck mirrors my body language as he sits.“Fuck, it’s been ages since I was here.What are we celebrating?”
Damon leans over to shake my hand and finds a seat on the long, curved sofa.“You good, man?”
