Page 16 of Lie for a Lie

“I ran into Graham at the gym today.”

“And?” Bre asks and I shrug as the guys return to the table.

They place our drinks in front of us and sit down. Chris wraps his arm around Bre and kisses her temple.

“What were you lovely ladies talking about?”

Chris grins as I pull my hand away from Bre’s and reach for my drink.

“Gossiping,” I tease, shooting a glare toward Bre.

Bre laughs.

“About anything interesting?” Seth asks.

“Oh, I was getting all the information on you,” I tease, glancing toward Seth. “And you,” I say toward Chris with a nod and a wicked smile.

Chris’s eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Anything worth mentioning?”

“Nope, not even your dick size,” I say without skipping a beat.

Laughter erupts from next to me, and I smile sweetly and wink. Chris lets out a small laugh.

“Paige, be nice. You know size doesn’t matter. It’s about how you use it,” Bre teases.

I laugh, and Seth’s knee brushes mine under the table. I feel a slight blush across my cheek. He notices and smiles towards his lap.

God, he is sexy.

“I hear Katherine’s home from the hospital. Have either of you heard how she is doing?” Bre asks, steering this conversation.

I notice an immediate change in Seth. “She had mentioned you helped her.”

I nod toward him, not really sure what to say.

“I heard she was doing better. Visiting her mom,” Chris says, almost tense.

Bre reaches for his hand.

“So, Seth, what do you do?” Bre asks

I am grateful. I have no idea how to date. I’ve never really done it before.

“I have my own business in cyber security. Moved here with Chris after he finished his first year in the military,” Seth replies.

“I think it’s great you are your own boss,” I offer, not really having a clue what he does.

“It has its perks and a lot of flexibility.”

“Seth, do you recognize my sister?” Bre asks rather abruptly, and I scowl at her impatience.

Seth laughs.

“About a week ago, I went to grab some coffee to stay awake for work. When I entered the shop, the barista called me from the mobile order station.” He looks at me. “Standing at that counter was a five-foot-tallish blonde in gray scrubs. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun.”

“She is the hot nurse?” Chris asks, seeming to recognize the story.

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