Page 176 of The Moment We Know

“Well, I haven’t told anyone else. And they were about her, so she doesn’t count.”

“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone at all, which would include her.”

“Sorry,” Evan apologized, although it wasn’t very convincing.

“We also agreed to never talk about the night of the handcuffs ever again, remember?”

“Well, she was there, so talking about it with her … doesn’t count.”

“Yes, it does.”

Paige looked at David over the rim of her glass. “You had sex dreams about me?”

Reluctantly, he nodded.

“How many?”

“A … few.”

This time it was Evan who coughed.

“Okay, more than a few,” David admitted.

“And one of them was a wet dream,” Evan added.

David grabbed his drink, drained it, then started to make a new one.

“Really?” Paige leaned forward with a smile. “That’s actually kind of hot.”

Evan grinned. “Ashley thought it was because of her.”

Paige swiveled in Evan’s direction. “Why?”

“Because he had the wet dream after essentially cutting her off for almost three weeks.”

She turned back to David. “You cut her off for three weeks? From sex?”

Vigorously shaking the cocktail shaker, David gave Evan another glare, before telling Paige, “Yes.”

“Was she pissed?”

David tilted his head as he poured his drink, knowing what she wanted to hear; thankfully, he was able to deliver. “Yeah, she was pissed.”

“How pissed?”

“Extremely pissed.”

“Good. That pleases me.”

“Huh.” Evan contemplated the obvious satisfaction in Paige’s voice, along with her elated expression, thinking he had really misjudged the sweetness of this woman; she was showing more than a hint of being a fireball. “You know, if I’d known you weren’t as nice as I was thinking you were, things might have turned out differently.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“On the night we met, my first impression was that you were a total sweetheart, which immediately put you off my radar because I don’t do nice girls.”

The tequila was starting to kick in a little bit, so she grabbed a few chips to off-set it. “So, if you hadn’t thought I was a sweetheart, you might have, what? Hit on me?”

With David giving him a stone-cold stare, Evan slid his glass over for a refill. “Well, let’s just say if you’d shown any hint of being a fireball, I wouldn’t have put my blinders on so quickly,” he answered Paige with an easy drawl. “Because you were really easy on the eyes. I mean, you still are, but unfortunately that ship has probably sailed … right?”

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