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I smirk. “Sometime soon? I’m not one to kiss and tell. But let’s just say, our middle school math teacher isofficiallythe last adultvirginialeft in Honey Hill.”
More hooting and hollering as the guys pile on top of me again.
I can’t lie—I’m gloating my ass off the whole time. “See? You assholes didn’t believe I could bag a woman like Nadia. Look at me now. Married to the woman of my dreams.”
“What are you talking about? I totally knew you could do it,” Cash says, his eyes darting around as he lies his ass off.
“I knew it, too,” Mason chimes in.
“Yes, sure,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.
“No, seriously,” my cousin insists. “Anyway, you look different. It’s like you’re glowing or something.”
“And for once you don’t look constipated,” Jasper says.
“Or like you’ve got a stick up your ass,” Cash snickers like he thinks he’s so funny. “Tell us, did you last longer that sixty seconds? Thirty?”
“Shut up. All of you.” My eyes shoot poison arrows all around.
It was at least three minutes. Three minutes I’m fucking proud of.
Dad comes and slings an arm around my shoulder, grinning. “Of course you got the girl. You’ve have that…Westbrook swagger. What woman can resist it?” He pops his collar.
“Congrats, man.” Davis high-fives me then pulls me into a hug. “I know you genuinely love that girl. I’m happy to see you happy.”
Jasper goes back to tightening whatever bolt he’s tightening. He pauses just long enough to throw me a glance over his shoulder. “But wait—what about her job? Her boss is okay with you screwing the team’s lawyer?”
I shoot Jasper a fiery look. Since when is he the voice of reason? I feel defensiveness crawl under my skin. “We’re still figuring that part out,” I mumble, bringing my attention back to mindlessly scrolling through restaurant reviews. Because the whole Liam part—that’s the only part that might still throw this whole plan off course.
I love Nadia. So fucking much. And she says she loves me. But she also loves her job. What if Liam makes her choose between us? What’ll happen then?
I meant what I said to her last night. I’ll take the fall. I’ll do anything to protect her. I mean that, one hundred percent. It’s a nice proposition in my head but, truthfully, I have no clue how that promise will play out in real life.
The guys exchange concerned looks. They clearly think I’m in over my head. But I don’t want their bad vibes jinxing me. So I change the topic. “Okay, back to finding a restaurant. Do any of you have suggestions?”
“How about Cafe Mozzarella? That’s where I took Emma on our first date.” Jasper grins, clearly proud of himself.
My nose scrunches instantly. “She must have really liked you, then. ‘Cause that place is tacky as hell.”
He flicks an oil-stained rag at my face and scoffs. “Get the fuck out of here. You wouldn’t know classy if it came up to you in the grocery store parking lot and tickled your nuts.”
My nuts are getting all the tickles they can handle these days, jerk face.I almost say it out loud. Almost. But I stop just in time, grinning uncontrollably by myself. See? I’m classy.
“Me and Meghan, I guess our first date was technically at Hot Dog Almighty.” Cash smiles nostalgically to himself at the memory.
My nostrils flare at him in disgust. “Hot Dog Almighty? Dude, you’re a freaking billionaire. That’s inexcusable.” Do these guys know nothing about wooing a woman? Where is the fucking romance?
“It didn’t really start out as a date, technically.” Cash tries lamely to defend himself. “We were just sort of hanging out and it morphed into a date.”
I cut him no slack. “As I said—inexcusable.”
“Shut up,” he shoots at me. “My woman loves Hot Dog Almighty.” He stares off into the distance. “And you’re right. Iama billionaire. I should buy her Hot Dog Almighty. As a wedding present.” Dang. Looks like he’s still struggling with the whole wedding planning thing.
Dad shakes his head, clapping a hand on Cash’s shoulder. “Please, son. Don’t buy your fiancée a fast food franchise as a wedding present. Please. Don’t. Just don’t.”
I turn to Davis. “Where’d you take Alana on your first date?”
He shrugs, trying to school his expression against the pain that flashes across his face. “Don’t remember,” he says nonchalantly. “Probably the gas station parking lot. Pretty sure I bought her beers with my fake ID.” The way he runs his tongue over his teeth and stares off into the distance tells me he remembers that first date in vivid detail. He’s just not willing to taint the memory by sharing it with a bunch of assholes like us.
