Page 69 of The Billionaire Experience

“No way did you wait until college!” Jaylyn sounded personally affronted.

“I was a year younger than you when I lost mine.”

“What a pair of procrastinators,” Brody said.

“How long did you two date?” Reagan asked, the curiosity killing her.

“Three years,” Brody answered.

“Wow.” She was struggling to picture stiff, reserved Dante as an in-love college student.

“They were disgustingly in love. Like these two.” Brody gestured to Zander and Chloe.

“Your turn.” Dante wasted no time turning the spotlight onto Brody, which was a bummer. Reagan wanted to hear more about Dante’s ex.

“Wait! Let’s guess.” Jaylyn rubbed her hands together. “Marla.”

“Becki,” Zander added.

“Oh, Leesa. Lindy?” Jaylyn said. “Laura? Why did you date so many girls with L names?”

“It was Petrina. Or Danica.” Dante seemed to enjoy watching his brother squirm. Reagan wondered how many ex-girlfriends Brody had, but she also didn’t want to know.

“You’re making me sound like a fuckboy.” Brody wrapped his arm around Reagan’s chilly shoulders. He rubbed his hand along her arm, to warm her or console her, she didn’t know which.

“If the shoe fits.” Dante smirked.

“Not a fuckboy,” Brody said. “Just open to experiencing life. The answer, since you vultures won’t stop picking at me”—he spared Reagan a glance before continuing—“is Jama Picone.”

Gasps all around. Reagan took in the shocked faces, feeling left out, until perplexed Chloe asked, “Who’s Jama Picone?”

“Same question,” Reagan said.

“Soap opera actress. Brody had a walk-on part on Loving and Living for a handful of episodes. Jama played his girlfriend who was pregnant with his baby on the show.” Jaylyn laughed. “Life imitates art, Bro?”

“Definitely not—Jama and I didn’t have a single pregnancy scare. Thank Christ. But we were only together a handful of times. Usually in her dressing room.” He offered a crooked smile. “We should have been supervised.”

“Weren’t you fifteen years old when you filmed that show?” Zander asked.

“Fifteen and a half,” Brody corrected.

“Scandalous,” Reagan put in, enjoying that tinge of rose on Brody’s cheeks. “What did Keaton Killdeer have to say about that?”

“She didn’t know. She was in her own dressing room with Tony Barrett.”

“He played the bad guy on the soap,” Jaylyn filled in for Reagan’s and Chloe’s sakes.

“Tony Barrett, I remember. I watched the show some. My grandmother, who raised me, loved it. I don’t remember seeing you.” She slid Brody a look. He was a teenage heartthrob, she’d bet. “Poor Jama probably didn’t know what hit her when you turned those golden-brown eyes on her.”

Brody’s smile was cocky. “Sound familiar?”

She swallowed a laugh, not wanting to admit that it sounded almost too familiar.

“Your turn.” Jaylyn cocked her head in Reagan’s direction, challenge in her dark eyes.

“Reagan is passing on this juvenile game,” Brody said.

“No, I don’t mind. Everyone else played. Unless you can’t handle knowing.” She raised one eyebrow.

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