Page 81 of The Love You Win

“What?” He shrugs. “They’re adults. I don’t see the problem.”

“If you didn’t see the problem, you wouldn’t have asked Graves for his opinion.” Navarro shakes his head.

Logan lets his head fall back against the back of the couch. “Fine. You guys are no fun.”

“Who’s no fun?” Griffin plops himself into the chair across from me, blocking my view of Isla. The rookie Ryder Hanson is with him.

Ryder gives us all nods. “Hey, guys.”

“Graves won’t let me call any of Isla’s coworkers,” Logan says over our greetings.

“Aw man. I forgot to ask her which teacher was the dominatrix,” Griffin whines.

“I’ve clearly missed something here,” Ryder says with a chuckle.

That has me barking out a laugh, and I decide to take pity on Griffin. “Sorry man, but the teacher she was talking about is like sixty years old.”

Griff’s nose scrunches up. “Really?”

“Yep.”

He tilts his head to the side. “But is she a hot sixty year old?”

Navarro and Hanson groan.

Logan kicks Griffin. “You have issues, man.”

“Nah,” Griffin shrugs, an impish grin plastered across his face. “I’m just an equal opportunity lover. The package is important, but it’s what’s inside that really matters.”

“That’s surprisingly mature. I think.” Navarro’s brow furrows.

“Well,” Griffin says with a smirk, “a sixty year old’s pussy is just as warm and wet as a twenty-two year old’s.”

“No.” Navarro leans over and smacks Wright upside the head. “Just, no.” And with that, he stands. “I need another beer. You guys want one?”

“I need brain bleach after that,” Logan says with a groan.

Ryder lifts a finger in the air. “I could use another.”

Isla’s laughter floats through the air, overlaying Logan’s grousing, and despite Griffin’s ridiculousness, I smile broadly. I wouldn’t trade any of this.

Well, I could have done without the visual Griffin just provided, but I wouldn’t trade anything else.

thirty-seven

ISLA

What’s so special about her?

She’s a six. He could do better.

Omg, I love her hair!

“Hey.” The chair beside me squeals against the tiled floor, announcing Jess’s arrival. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” I look up at my best friend with a frown that she mirrors.

“I asked if you were okay. You’re making a funny face.” Jess snatches my phone before I can lock it and shove it deep inside my pocket. She eyes the photo Griffin posted of us and Sebastian from the day of the assembly, then scrolls through the comments, her brow furrowing deeper the more she reads.

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