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“Harry doesn’t enjoy other people cuddling him.”
“No shit. He bit my finger,” Jett grumbles.
“And you enjoyed it,” Gibson claims.
Jett smirks. “I always enjoy it a bit rough.”
Dylan slaps him upside the head. “No sex talk in front of the ladies.”
Virginia glares at Dylan. I wait for her to say something – to yell at him for speaking on her behalf – but she doesn’t say anything.
“How did Harry come into your life?” I ask when silence falls.
“I found him on my driveway when I came home from work one night. He was injured. I rushed him to the vet and nursed him back to health.” She smiles down at the little hedgehog.
“Can I pet him?” Dylan asks.
Virginia shakes her head. “He’s scared of strangers.”
He frowns down at her but steps away without pushing the point. “Is anyone thirsty?”
Virginia ducks her chin. “I haven’t had a chance to do groceries yet.”
“No worries. I’ll grab stuff from my place.”
Her nose scrunches. “Your place?”
“Yeah. My place.” He points to the apartment across the hallway. “I live there.”
“You live across from me?”
He grins. “Yep. Didn’t you know your new apartment used to be Gibson and Fender’s apartment?”
She rears back. “No, I didn’t.”
She appears horrified. And now I feel bad. I assumed she knew Gibson and Fender used to live here. The whole town knows Gibson, Fender, and Jett rented a house together. Dylan claimed he didn’t want to live somewhere with a revolving door of women, but I’m beginning to think he wanted to stay here to be across the hallway from Virginia.
“Don’t worry. We bought you new mattresses,” Gibson says.
Fender grunts. “My mattress was fine.”
“Because you’re a monk.”
“I’m not a monk.”
“Oh, do you prefer the term celibate?”
Fender growls. “Not fucking every woman who throws herself at me doesn’t mean I’m celibate.”
Gibson scratches his neck. “It doesn’t?”
“In case anyone’s wondering, I don’t have sex with every woman who throws herself at me either,” Dylan declares.
I bite my tongue before I laugh at him. Could he be more obvious? And completely oblivious? Steam pours from Virginia’s ears every time he makes a pass at her. And, yet, he hasn’t bothered to try and figure out why.
“Me either.” Cash plops down on the sofa next to me. “I’m a one woman man.”
Jett coughs. “Whipped.”
