Page 76 of How to Lose at Love

– Winnie

I can’t believeI was peer-pressured by Drake Colter and his two minions to spend the night, all for the sake of pretense.

Peer pressure isn’t even a thing in my book.

My parents raised me to believe it comes from within and I shouldn’t let anyone make me feel pressured to do anything, yet here I am in the front seat of a truck, heading for a slumber party and a night of pretending.

Dallas owes me for this…

This goes above and beyond the call of duty.

Drake Colter knows damn well I’m not actually dating his brother for real—he knows I’m Diego Lorenz’s ex-girlfriend, too. There’s no doubt in my mind about it.

That shady brat cornered us on purpose.

The entire truck ride he kept commenting on how funny it’s going to be bumping into me in the bathroom in the middle of the night, telling us he’d make us waffles and mimosas for breakfast.

“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Dallas pointed out.

“Pancakes, then.”

“Oh, I love pancakes,”Tiffany said, putting her hand on his leg. She was the one who had her hand on one brother but her eye on another.

Dallas.

The grand prize for them all, and I could see she was only going to settle for so long before making her move.

And Lord help me, I have no reason to be jealous—no reason at all—but I found myself saying, “Yeah, I could do pancakes for breakfast,” much to my surprise and Dallas’s. He gave me a side glance complete with brows shot into his hairline and an open mouth.

When we were finally alone in his bedroom, he closed the door and said, “You don’t have to do this. Don’t matter to me if you stay or not. I don’t give a fuck what those three think.”

“But what about my pancakes?” No one ever makes me breakfast unless I go to the diner.

Dallas actually laughed. “Fine. Spend the night.” He gave me a once-over, not looking directly at my boobs. “I might have a shirt that would fit you.”

“I guess I could wear clothes to bed.” I peeled off my jacket, hanging it on the back of his chair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I usually don’t wear anything to bed.”

“But…” He swallowed. “What if there’s a fire?”

What if there’s a fire? I laughed. “Guess we’ll see what happens if there’s ever a fire.”

Dallas disappeared into his closet, emerging a few minutes later with a child’s T-shirt.

He threw it at me. “This’ll do.”

I held it against my body; the small shirt would barely cover my thighs.

“Whose is this?”

“Mine.”

I inspected it more thoroughly. “Two Bro Lawn Care.” There is a number fourteen on the back.

“Played in a rec league back in middle school. The neighbor’s landscape company sponsored the team.”

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