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Nigel kept his attention on the road. “You have your own personal stripper. Why do you need to see more?”
“Really?” I tried to sound offended. “As if I’ll just drop my clothes and perform on demand?”
He snorted. “You have so far.”
He had a point, and I didn’t have an argument. “I’d love to dance with them. Just once. To be a part of a show that well known…” I was a little old to be one of the young hotties on stage, but it would be an incredible experience.
“That’s going on the list, then.” Megan tugged a notebook from the side of her bag.
“That’s your list.” Though, as had been pointed out to me, I didn’t have a list of my own.
And Megan didn’t seem deterred. She did scowl when we hit a bump while she was writing. “Now there’s a section for all three of us. Nigel, what have you always wanted to do?”
“Be the Head of Quality Assurance for a triple-A gaming company.”
Megan sighed. “You already do that.”
He shrugged. “I’m living the dream, what can I say?”
Turning her attention back to her notebook, Megan moved the pen across the page. “Find someone who breaks down my walls and makes me stop being a prickly asshole when people ask me to talk about myself,” she said slowly, as if writing.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what I want.” He glanced in the rearview mirror.
“Fine.” Megan let out an exaggerated huff. “Find someone who gives me an absolute cactus of an asshole—”
“Whoa.” Nigel cut her off with a laugh. “That’snotwhat I said.”
The banter was fun, but the idea of cactus-prickled assholes made my dick hurt, and not in a good way. “Stand at the top of the tallest building in the world, in the driving rain, and watch the thunder and lightning from above the clouds.”
“Ooh, that’s good,” Nigel said. “I pick what Landon said.”
“Nope. It’s mine. You can’t have it.”You know she’snotyours. She’s obviously his. The random thought flashed in my mind, and I cleared it away with a light shake. But not before it saidyou can’t have her.
Fucking brain.
“I’ll be serious for a minute, if you’re both going to be that way.” Nigel’s voice kept me outside of my head. “Alaskan cruise.”
Good call. “I second that.”
“Seeing the whales breach off the bow. Weaving through northern waters. I’m in.” Megan wrote it down.
Nigel passed a row of slow-moving trucks. “As long as we’re being real… A lot of the things on your list, I always assumed would be my first too.” Was that a catch in his voice? “Kisses at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Seeing the Northern Lights…”
His trailed off tone of longing filled me with my own. No matter how many things I helped Megan check off, this list was hers and Nigel’s. I was part of the fun, but it was very obviouslytheirs.
“What else?” Megan asked.
“Find a family.” My answer slipped out without me thinking, and I clenched my jaw. Fuck me, why did I say that? “I mean something far less sad. Obviously.”
“Nude boxing.” Did Nigel just come to my rescue?
“We can’t just gloss over—”
“Watching or participating?” I felt immensely guilty cutting Megan off, but I needed to move past my misspeak.
“Either. Both,” Nigel said.
Now that I was picking apart his statement, I had to consider the logistics of it. “Why nude boxing and not nude wrestling?”
