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“Yeah, but fuck buddies isn’t a commitment. There’s no rule that says you can’t have a little fun while you’re here.”

Done, Ivy dropped Tina’s arm. “Actually, it’s rule number one.”

“What?”

Ivy nodded. “We’re exclusive fuck buddies.”

“Is that even a thing?”

Ivy shrugged. “I’ve never had one before to know, but apparently for Colt it is.”

“Wait a minute. You said rule number one. How many rules are there?”

Ivy thought for a second. “Currently, four.”

“Currently?” Tina asked, raising her brows.

Ivy nodded. “Rule number three states that we can add rules at any time, so the number may change.”

Tina’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure you’re just fuck buddies? Because it sounds to me like it’s more than that. And how many times has he texted you already since you’ve been here? I know of once last night and once this morning and you’ve only been here fourteen hours. That’s more times than my ex would text me in a week when we were together.”

Ivy waved that away, her sleeve flapping dramatically. “Colt is just a worrywart. He likes to know I’m safe.”

“Exactly my point. Why?”

Ivy laughed. “Because he cares.”

Tina pointed her finger. “My point again. He cares about you.”

Ivy crossed her arms. “Tina—”

“Rey,” she corrected.

Ivy rolled her eyes. “I’m not calling you Rey. Get over it.” Tina huffed and Ivy continued, “Colt and I are friends. Of course, he cares about my well-being. But it’s nothing more than that.”

Tina crossed her arms and vigorously shook her head. “Guys aren’t like women. For them, it’s out of sight, out of mind.” She moved a step forward and took hold of Ivy’s arm. “Unless theyreallycare.” She squeezed for emphasis.

Ivy shook her head. “Colt’s different.”

“This is a man who, according to every news article we read last night, has never been in a long-term relationship.” She squeezed Ivy’s arm again. “He’s only different withyou.”

“Are you guys ready to go? I don’t want to be late for thePsychpanel.” Jessica walked into the room, looking sexy as hell in her skin-tight, white Amidala jumpsuit complete with a blaster pistol.

Ivy stepped back from Tina and patted the cinnamon-roll-sized buns at the sides of her head. “I’m ready.”

Jessica looked inquisitively between the two of them. “Is everything okay? Did I interrupt something?”

“Everything’s fine.” Ivy grabbed her cell and room key and slipped them into the pocket concealed in the skirt of her costume. “Let’s go. We don’t want to miss James and Dulé!” She headed for the door, more than happy to put an end tothatconversation.

Now if she could just get it out of her head.

Chapter Eleven

Colt

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