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“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just gross to use certain words when the context is my little sister.”
“A pussy?” I asked.
Travis groaned. “Yes. Some guys just want to get in there. Get out. Job done.” He brushed his hands and spread them apart.
“It’s not like I wanted to marry the guy. I’m not crazy. I just thought it would be a more natural reaction to at least want my phone number. You know, maybe we could go on a date or something? Find out if there was anything between us?”
“Well,” Travis said. “Some women don’t know when to quit. You give them the number and you’ll end up having to change phones in a few weeks. Especially if you’re playing the field.”
“You’re disgusting,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure guys are way more notorious for that than women.”
“You try being a devilishly handsome, charming, disgustingly rich man for a week and then tell me women don’t get a little clingy. Besides, I’m not the one who hooked up with a stranger five minutes after meeting them.” Travis frowned, looking up as if he was trying to remember something. “This week, at least.”
“Would it be super pathetic if I tried to get in contact with him? I have his assistant’s email from the advanced copy of his book I got. Maybe I could ask if she could get us in touch?”
Travis laughed. “Super pathetic? Yes. That would be. Creepy, too. You’ve got to let this guy go, Kenzie. He’s gone. You got yourself some ghost cock.”
“I’m trying to decide if I even want to know what ghost cock is.”
“Ever notice people who see ghosts only see them once? What happens when they try to show someone else? Or go back for a second encounter? Nothing. It’s ghost cock.”
I grinned. “I don’t even know if that first part is true. Don’t ghosts not exist in the first place?”
“Oh, ghosts are a hundred percent real. I saw grandpa taking a piss in my toilet once. Clear as day.”
“Grandpa isn’t dead, Travis.”
He scratched the back of his head, narrowed his eyes, then laughed. “Point taken. But still, ghost cock is a real thing. Until it’s not,” he added seriously.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing. If nothing else, my brother always cheered me up with his absolute disconnect from life, responsibilities, and all the things normal mortal beings worried about.
“Here’s what you do,” Travis said. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Remind yourself that this guy is a scumbag. Focus on all the negatives. Make a part-time job out of learning to loathe him. Work yourself up to a fucking lather until you can’t even walk past a picture of him without scratching out the eyes. You know?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Hey,” he said easily, leaning back and getting comfortable. “You came to me for advice for a reason. It’s because you know your big brother has gotten you out of a thousand jams before. Trust the process, Kenzie. When it comes to love, I know what I’m talking about.”
I scoffed. “First, this isn’t a matter of love. Second, I’m pretty sure you know a hell of a lot more about ‘ghost cock’ than love.”
He held up a finger like he was about to argue, considered, then shrugged. “Either way. My idea is solid. You’ve got to learn to hate the guy. Embrace your anger, Kenzie. Loathe him. Because you can trust me on this. Every time a woman gets obsessed with me, the only thing that ever seems to get them to give up is when they manufacture some false reality where they can hate my guts.”
I tried not to smile. “So you believe these women are all living in a made up fantasy? That’s the only way they could hate your guts? It wouldn’t have anything to do with one-night stands, ignoring calls, adopting their pets, or any of the other shit you’ve pulled?”
“I adopted one woman’s pet, and she was all for it. It’s not my fault she changed her mind after I released it into the wild where it belonged.”
I blinked. It wasn’t even worth trying to argue with him. If anyone lived in a fantasy world, it was my brother. He lived in a fantasy world where consequences didn’t exist, and every risk paid off. He was blessed by some unseen magic charm that let him skip and slide right through life as if obstacles were a figment of everyone else’s imagination. Sometimes I hated him for it, but the feeling never lasted.
“All I have to do is convince myself to hate him?” I asked.
Travis nodded. “That’s it. First comes hate, then goes the urge to masturbate.” He frowned, looking up. “That sounded wiser before I said it.”
I shook my head. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I thought Travis had a point. After all, I’d been doing a pretty good job of hating Sebastian right until I walked into that room at the conference.
