Page 129 of My Rules

“She’s not even your type.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Are you kidding?” He frowns. “Kayla is everyone’s type.”

And there it is ... the answer I was looking for. He thinks she’s as wonderful as I do.

This is all going to hell on a broomstick.

“Okay, bye.” I begin to walk, and he drives the car beside me.

“So, what time on Tuesday?”

“Blake,” I snap in exasperation, “you and Kayla do your own thing.”

“I thought we were double dating for a while?”

“That was until—” I cut myself off.

“Until what?” His eyes hold mine intently.

Until you bonked her brains out on the first night ...

“I just don’t . . .”

“I know.”

“You know what?” I cut him off.

“I know it’s hard for you to start dating. But I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

Is he kidding?

“Oh no, that’s not it at all. I just want Gregory all to myself, and no offense, but you and Kayla are kind of cramping our style.” I keep walking.

“Right.” He smirks as he drives along beside me. “Hot night planned, huh?”

“Yep.”

“All right, just one bowling match, and then Kayla and I will get going,” he calls as he drives off. He waves out the window.

I watch his Porsche disappear down the road and pull up at his house. His garage door slowly goes up, and then he drives inside.

Ugh ... Why do I say such dumb crap?

Blake

“The honeymoon was good?”

“It was fucking great.”

“So get this.” Henley puts the ball into the hole. “I was on the app while I was away.”

“Yeah.” We look around guiltily and move in closer.

“There’s a book trope called hucow,” he leans in and whispers.

“What’s that?” I whisper.

“Breastfeeding during sex.”

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