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Walked right into that one, dipshit.
“Get it, girl.” Jo held her hand for a high-five, which Rachel smacked with too much enthusiasm. “Oww,” Jo muttered.
“All right, all right.” Brooke sat Caleb in the little seat she’d bought him when he’d stayed there. It hooked onto the counter’s edge so he could be part of the group. She set a sippy cup of milk in front of him and then handed him a baby biscuit, which he immediately shoved into his mouth. “Lock isn’t one to kiss and tell, so let’s not harass the poor man.”
“Thank you, Brooke.” Even though she was the one who’d invited this gaggle of insane women to her house when she knew he’d be there. Finally, he relaxed enough to take a sip of his lemonade and actually taste it.
“But what are you guys?” she asked, tilting her head. “I mean, are you casual? Are you dating? Do you love her?”
He choked as the tart liquid flew down his trachea. “Love? Are you crazy?”
Brooke shrugged. “Just checking.”
Fucking love. No, he didn’t love her. They were friends, for Christ’s sake. Friends who fucked occasionally.
Or almost every night.
Whatever. There wasn’t any love.
“Neither of us is interested in anything more complicated than what we’ve got going, so you five hens can stop clucking about us.”
Jo frowned. “I’m pretty sure calling us hens is super sexist.”
Harper watched him in that sweet way that always flared his guilt. “I think you’re fooling yourselves.”
She did? “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think you have it bad for each other, but you’re too afraid to reach out and grab what’s right in front of you.”
His frown felt deep enough to be visible from space. “And what’s right in front of me?”
She rolled her eyes as the rest of the women scoffed.
“What?” He glanced between them. This was way too damn cryptic for him. “What am I missing?”
“Uh… a remarkable relationship. A lifetime of happiness. A woman who was made for you.” Jo tsked.
Was she made for him? What did that even mean?
“Men are so dumb,” Liv muttered.
“Hey!” This was getting malicious.
“What?” She shrugged. “I speak the truth.”
“She does,” Jo confirmed with a nod.
“Y’all are a buncha bullies.” Lock rubbed the center of his forehead, where an ache bloomed. “Where the fuck are y’alls’ ol’ men? They need to collect your tipsy asses and teach you how to mind your own damn business.”
“They’ll be back to collect us sooner or later.” Harper held her empty lemonade glass out. “More, please.”
“I need to get the fuck outta here,” Lock muttered. “Brooke, you sure you wanna keep Caleb overnight?”
“Do you have plans with Brenna?”
Trap. It’s a trap.
“Yes…”
