Page 65 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“Last night,” I admit.

And then she’s laughing, hands on her stomach as she cackles at my expense. “What the actual fuck, bro?”

I riffle my fingers through the top of my hair. “Look, I’ve been interested in Libby for a while, but I haven’t been in a position to ask her out because of, you know… my situation. So I went to herhouse to talk to her last night to see if she might want to pursue things with me.”

“And, of course, she said yes,” Silvia fills in. I nod. “Well, I already like her better than the wench you were with. At least she likes your ridiculous dog.”

Thoughts of Libby flood my mind. Her hooking my pants on the boat, playing on the beach with Ace, the way her eyes sparkle when she laughs. Though a fair amount of my thoughts are of the tits bouncing while riding my cock variety. “I like her too,” I finally say.

Silvia’s grin is laden with mischief. “I can tell. You’re letting her wearthe jersey.You yelled at me last time I wore it.”

“That was ten years ago, and you were dribbling chocolate ice cream all over a special-edition, signed Dan Marino jersey.”

I’m not sure why I draped that particular garment over Libby’s head after our shower this morning. I guess I just wanted to see it on her.

“Come on. Introduce me,” my nosy-ass sister insists, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the door.

“No,” I hiss. “It’s too soon to be meeting family members.”

“But it’s not too soon to be clapping cheeks?”

“No one says clapping cheeks, Sil.”

“Would you prefer I saymaking whoopie?”

“Only if you’re a contestant on Family Feud in 1986,” I say dryly.

“Pleeeeease, Riggsy. Please let me meet your new friend.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “All right, but don’t call me Riggsy or say anything else embarrassing for fuck’s sake.”

“Okey dokey,” she says, giving me a quick hug. As we retrace our steps back to Ace’s room, Silvia whispers, “One question though. What the hell is a fluffernugget?”

CHAPTER 20

Libby

Ilove Silvia Romero. During our lunch of spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic bread, we get to know each other while Riggs watches, amused, occasionally piping up with a comment.

Halfway through the meal, his phone rings, and he excuses himself to answer it. When he returns to the table, a frown mars his perfect face.

“What’s wrong?” Silvia asks, and he forces a smile.

“I have a book event in New York next week, and my PA just called and said he broke his foot. It’s fine though. I can deal with everything myself.”

His sister’s lips twist to the side. “I would say I could go with you, but then who would keep the wonder dog?”

“Ace can stay at my house,” I offer.

Silvia is quiet for a few seconds and then she lifts an eyebrow at her brother. “Or I could watch the mutt, and you can take Libby with you to New York.”

I’m about to protest, but Riggs’s face lights up. He takes my hand, and his damn smile melts me. “Would you, Lib? I’ll cover all your expenses if you’ll be my assistant.”

Is this crazy? Going away with a man I started dating last night?Actually, we haven’t even been on a real date. We banged like bunnies all night. That’s it.

Despite that, I find myself saying, “Sure. I’d be happy to.”

“I’m coming to New York,” I announce into the phone as soon as my cousin, Gianna, answers.

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