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Layna laughs, nodding. “Yes!”
I can’t help but smile at the two of them. I grew up an only child, so I never had the closeness that comes with having siblings. I always wanted it, though. Having Piper as a friend these past few months has been as close as I’ve ever come to having a sister.
“What about work?” Piper asks, sobering a little. “Not much call for corporate lawyers in this little town.”
Layna shrugs. “I’ve been thinking about a career change. There’s more to being a lawyer than corporate. I’ve got options.”
I nod. “If nothing else, maybe one of my exes can hire you to defend him.”
We all laugh, but I’m not entirely joking.
“I’ll figure something out,” Layna says once the laughter dies down. “I have time.”
“You can stay with me,” I say, shrugging. When she looks hesitant, I roll my eyes. "There's definitely no cock to block where I'm concerned. I've taken a vow of celibacy since the last asshole left, remember?"
The girls both laugh but I roll my eyes.
"Shut up. I'm taking a break from men. They're too much trouble and I'm sick of the bullshit. I can get myself off with far less trouble. I just need to figure out what to do with all his shit."
“What shit?” Piper asks.
I wave a dismissive hand. "Tools. I don't know. A bunch of random shit he left behind. It’s all just sitting in the hallway by the front door. I haven’t had time to get rid of it.”
"Sell it online,” Layna suggests.
Piper shrugs. “It could be worth something.”
I shake my head. “That’s too much effort. I'd rather just donate it.”
Layna leans toward me across the table and points at me as if to emphasize her words. "You already donated your time and energy trying to domesticate that asshole. You should get paid for that. If he's not coming to get his crap, sell it."
Her vehemence makes me laugh. I don’t know Layna as well as I do Piper, but I think she and I are going to get along just fine.
"Besides,” Piper says, “Didn't you loan him the money to buy that stuff?"
I wince in embarrassment at the reminder that yes, I had helped him buy those tools. I feel my anger rise up all over again when I think of Derek the cheater. Who does he think he is? Why the hell shouldn't I sell his crap?
"Maybe I will sell it,” I say, raising my glass to my lips for another drink. “Someone owes me for all the time I spent babysitting him.”
Layna laughs. “Hopefully it wasn’t all bad. Was he at least good in bed?”
I roll my eyes as I remember the few times I’d slept with him. I wasn’t impressed. “Hardly,” I say. “How do I say this in a diplomatic way?” I think it over for a few seconds. “He had excellent equipment, but he lacked the skill or initiative to utilize it to its full potential.”
Layna shakes her head and Piper laughs. “Damn shame,” Layna says. “Why do all the hot, well-hung guys act like they’re too good to learn how to use their gifts?”
“You don’t hear me complaining,” Piper mutters from behind her margarita glass.
Her face goes red as we all erupt into laughter that goes on for far longer than it should. Piper isn’t usually the one to make dirty jokes. That’s usually my job. That, coupled with the alcohol probably explains why we’re all laughing so hard.
“Lucky bitch,” I say through my laughter.
“Am I allowed to hear the joke?” A male voice breaks in, causing us all to go quiet.
I feel an immediate thrill at the deep, familiar tone. Heat spreads through me, starting low in my belly and working its way up. I work hard to school my features into something neutral before turning to face him. Lincoln Prescott.
Linc.
Damn it. He looks hot. Of course, he does. He always looks hot. His long, dark hair is pulled back from his face in a ponytail and he’s wearing a dark green T-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders along with a pair of jeans that fit him so well it should be illegal. I’m not sure how one man manages to make jeans and a t-shirt look so damned hot, but Linc somehow pulls it off.
