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Damn my too-perceptive friends.
“It’s nobody,” I protest.
“The trainer at our gym?” Shelby speculates.
“Oooh, hotness,” Tasha squeals.
“Ewww, grossness. He waxes his eyebrows and pits, and I know this because he’s always posing and flexing in front of the mirror and I get glimpses of his bald pits. Seriously. The most dangerous place in the universe is getting between Marquan and a mirror.” I shudder dramatically.
“Yeah, trainers tend to be really into themselves.” Shelby nods. “And they’ve always got girls hitting on them. They’re like sexy firefighters—everybody wants a piece of them.”
“Well, that’s fine if she doesn’t want anything serious,” Tasha protests.
I sit there letting my two friends analyze my sex life and take another sip from my latte cup. I’m going to a ballet-ercise class later this afternoon. I’m meeting up with Ruby later tonight for a girls’ movie marathon. She’s still refusing to say anything about who she was dating previously, and she doesn’t want me asking anymore, so I’ve let it drop for the moment.
“Rowan? You still with us?” Shelby demands.
I give an unladylike snort. “Honestly, I drifted off for a minute there. Are you two done hallucinating about my alleged love life?”
“I’ve got it,” Tasha crows.
Shelby perks up. “You do? Who is it? Spill the beans.”
“The guy you were in the car with, the one you share a special song with. ‘Macarena,’ wasn’t it?” Tasha looks at me accusingly.
Oh, fudge. I’d hoped she had forgotten all about that.
“She hates that song,” Shelby protests. “What was the guy’s name?’
“Mason Raker.”
My face immediately goes bright red. They break into peals of laughter.
I look around again, but thankfully nobody is sitting near enough to hear them.
“Shhh,” I hiss. “This is total top-secret stuff. Do not say that name again.”
“Can I say, the hockey hottie?” Tasha asks hopefully.
“No, you may not. Too easy to guess.” I glare at her. “I am serious. This could cost me my job, and anyway, it’s absolutely nothing. Nothing is happening. I mean ... Well, a little something is happening ...”
I glance at Shelby’s face on the screen. “I know, you think I’m an idiot. And he dated a friend of yours and dumped her for no reason. Which is why I’m not taking him seriously at all.”
“Well, not everybody works out,” Shelby says. “And maybe the reason they were together so long without making it permanent was because there was something important missing from the relationship. She’s pretty, she’s nice, but maybe there was some spark missing, just some basic level of connection. I don’t think he was mean about it, and from what I’ve heard, when they were together he didn’t cheat on her.”
I stare at her in surprise. I didn’t expect her to be supportive of anything but a roll in the hay with Mason. “There’s no relationship potential at all,” I protest.
“Opposites attract,” Tasha says to Shelby. “Enemies to lovers. Those are my favorite tropes. It’s so much hotter that way.”
“Very true.”
“So I need to find someone I totally can’t stand, but who’s totally bangable, and have me some off-the-charts sex, is what I’m thinking.” Tasha nods to herself.
“Do it. And give us all the filthy details. In the meantime, you must spill, Rowan. What’s he like? Lexi would never talk about what he was like in the sack.”
“Well, neither will I. Come on, guys, he gets like no privacy whatsoever. He told me that he caught his maid going through his underwear drawer and snapping pictures. I wouldn’t like it if he was talking about me in the locker room, and I won’t do the same to him.”
“You don’t think he is?” Shelby asks, looking serious.
