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“He’s in real estate.”
“Then I need to buy a house…” She gazes at Sullivan in awe. “Where did you two meet? Are there more of him there?”
“We went to high school together. And actually…” I laugh. “He has a twin brother. So there’s another just like him.”
“Shut your mouth!” Martinique slaps a hand to her chest. “Why didn’t you bring the other one to the party?”
“Apparently he’s filming a pilot in Sumatra.”
She drops her hand, pouting. “The other one’s an actor? You know my rule about actors.”
I quote, “‘The only thing worse than dating an actor is dating a stand-up comedian.’”
“That’s right.” Martinique nods firmly. “No actors, no musicians, anddefinitelyno comedians.”
“You know that’s, like, half the single guys in LA, right?”
“The broke-ass half.”
I laugh. “You’re broke, too!”
“Not as broke as them. At least I pay my bills before I run out of money.”
“Sullivan’s brother was on that show, you know the old one with all the kids in high school?”
“Degrassi High?” Martinique guesses. “Saved By the Bell?”
“No, the other one.”
“Oh,Rocko Rocks!”
“Shh!”
Too late—his bat ears tuned to those three syllables, Sullivan fixes Martinique with a dark stare.
She claps her hands over her mouth. “He looked at me!”
“And now he’s coming over.”
“Eek!” Martinique literally says ‘eek’ out loud, hands plastered to her cheeks like the Home Alone kid.
“Are you spilling my secrets?” Sullivan says in his low, outrageously sexy voice. He slips his arm around my waist, his fingers resting on my hip.
I don’t know how he does these things so naturally.
I can’t help reacting. My whole body turns to him like a flower to the sun. All of a sudden, my palms are on his bare chest and I’m looking up into his face.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He plants a light kiss on my mouth. “I was missing you.”
The warmth and softness of Sullivan’s lips are an instant lobotomy. The only response I can come up with is a dazed and drunken, “Hi.”
Martinique watches with her mouth hanging open.
I really wish she would act less surprised, like this is the kind of guy I pull on the regular.
Except, there aren’t any other guys who look like this. Other than Reese, I suppose.
“I’m Martinique,” she interjects when the kiss is over. “The assistant to the assistant.”
