Page 3 of His Pickle Her Jam

But I didn’t sleep with Jan. She was the fuck that got away. Or maybe it was the fuck that never was?

Whatever.

The point was, I’d been so close, mere seconds away from sinking into her tight, hot cunt. But Melanie’s untimely interruption had Jan putting the brakes on hard.

Even now, my brain still recoiled from the way the woman had reacted the day after, pretending like I didn’t even exist.

The thing about it was my body sure as fuck hadn’t gotten the memo. It still wanted Jan.

With a fucking vengeance.

My dick got hard whenever I heard the troublesome minx’s name.

I tried to think about something or someone else, but my fucking cousin wouldn’t stop with the goddamn texts.

Mel always seemed to send them at the wrong possible moment. Teasing, insinuating, and being generally obnoxious.

Like right fucking now.

I growled and took my phone out of my pocket, recognizing the ringtone as one I assigned to Melanie.

Are you engaged yet to the girl with the big ass? I know you love her. And I know a nice villa in Spain. You can rent it super cheap for the honeymoon, cuz. Better get a move on!

I shook my head. We were both well into our thirties, and Mel was still a freaking brat.

Engaged?

Ha!

As if.

Jan fucking hated me. And Mel was no relationship judge, that was for damn sure.

My cousin’s latest romantic misadventure had sent my wild cousin backpacking through Spain. Last I heard she’d taken up with some sort of orange grower who had a villa and chickens.

She called him a cock farmer—her words, not mine.

FML.

Melanie was too damn old for me to keep up with her affairs. Besides, she was an Antonetti, and we could handle ourselves.

But back to the issue at hand.

My current situation was this: I was stuck. And I needed help getting unstuck.

“Hey bro, you see that for sale sign on the corner?” Sonny asked.

“Jones’ Grocery?”

“That’s the one.”

I looked outside, the wheels in my head spinning, and I grinned. I didn’t have a plan for getting Jan off my mind, but maybe this would help.

Time for me to get unstuck.

CHAPTER ONE-BUCK

I’d invested the trust fund my parents had left me wisely and was considerably well off, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

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