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“No way. We’ll swap.” It strikes me as I go to my joggers and grab my cell out of my pocket that I’m not quite acting like myself. Typically, I wouldn’t care about getting someone’s number or making sure I can get ahold of them again. I must keep reminding myself that it’s because of my game. That’s it. No other reason.

Hayes reads off his number to me, and I add it into my phone, then send him a text. He looks at it and says, “An eggplant? How old are you?”

“Young at heart, baby.” I wink and earn a blush. “Come on. I’ll walk you down.”

I head for my bedroom door, but Hayes doesn’t follow. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

“No. Why would I? It’s my house. No one is here but us and Pucky.”

“Pucky?”

“My cat.”

“There are windows all over downstairs.”

“Then people will get a show.”

Hayes opens his mouth as if to reply but closes it again. We head downstairs and to the front door.

“Thanks for…”

“That fantastic orgasm?”

“It wasn’t that good.”

I cross my arms. “Liar.”

Hayes gets all flustered. “I don’t understand you. Bye…” His eyes rake up and down my body again. I’m not sure if he realizes his tongue sneaks out and licks his bottom lip before he says, “Bye again.”

I can’t stop grinning the rest of the night.

CHAPTER TEN

Hayes

Ihave noidea why I’m standing outside the coffee shop where I know Donovan and Anthony are meeting tonight. There’s no reason to be here. I still don’t get the point of this whole thing, but he sent me another message with the time, and since it happened to be around when Rylan’s game is, I figured I could use the distraction. I can meet them, see what this is all about, then let them know I’m not interested. I can’t imagine what we’d have in common anyway.

I’ve completely stayed away from the internet and television all evening…because I absolutely don’t care that Rylan is playing. It doesn’t matter how good he does. It has no effect whatsoever on my life, except for him thinking I have supercum. Which is maybe the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It doesn’t even warrant continuing to think about it.

So I’m not.

At all.

I’m going to have a secret meeting with the other members of the Jilted Exes’ Club instead.

I pace in front of the building, my thoughts warring betweenwhat the fuck am I doing hereand Rylan.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to at least see how he did. That way when he doesn’t have an extra-special hockey game, he’ll finally put this thought out of his head.

And never want to hook up with me again, which isn’t a fun option.

His only interest in me comes from his weird hockey superstition. Really, I shouldn’t care, and part of me doesn’t, except the sex is so good. Like what I assumed sex was supposed to be before I actually had it and realized it wasn’t all that special. I’m not ready to let that go, and Rylan is easy. I need easy if I want to keep having fantastic sex and to prove to myself that I’m not the kind of guy who’s just going to fall in love with any man who pays me attention.

At least Donovan and Anthony didn’t go that far, which brings me back to the fact that instead of stalking Rylan, I’m stalking Donovan and Anthony, but is it really stalking if I was invited?

I turn to walk away, just as I hear, “Hayes?”

I look up to see a beautiful man with short curls and rich brown eyes. He’s around my age, not really a twink, maybe a twunk? I’m not even sure how I feel about those words, but they’re what I’m used to hearing.

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