Page 10 of How to Win the Girl

The hell he doesn’t. Everyone does whether they think they do or not. My type is blonde, big tits, easy to laugh, carefree, and doesn’t want to settle down.

Simple.

Likes sex.

It’s not easy finding a girl who fits that description, and if it weren’t for Shannon next door I wouldn’t be getting laid nearly as much. Everyone wants to be in a relationship it seems, including my mirror image.

“Sure you have a type. You like cute, smart chicks.”

“Marcyis cute and smart.”

“Marcy.” I scrunch up my nose. “Is that her name?” Shit, even that’s nerdy, and I will not allow my twin brother to date a nerd, no matter how nice she is.

“Don’t be an asshole.”

Can’t help it. “She ain’t your type.” I block him from walking out the door. “Yes, you like smart, cute chicks, but you also want someone with a bit of an attitude—like Posey and Ryann.”

“Posey and Ryann don’t have attitudes.”

Pfft.

“Bullshit, they’re both feisty in their own way or they wouldn’t be able to tolerate Duke’s and Dallas’s bullshit.”

“You just said bullshit twice. You’re running out of nouns. Can I go now?” He sighs against the door.

“Go out there and pay the check. Let’s get the hell out of here. There’s a new season ofLion’s Gatethat premiered tonight.”

“I’m not bailin' on Marcy.”

He’s right. That would be sorta rude. “Well, hurry up then. I’ll wait.”

His hands go up as he grabs the door handle. “Don’t you dare wait. Get the fuck out of here. You’re such a pain in the ass.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention I gave up a free blow job to be here, but the words stay in my throat.

Drew sighs loudly. “What’s it gonna take to get you to leave?”

“Dunno. I’m bored at home. Ryann is visiting Dallas this weekend.”

Dallas was drafted to a team in Washington—opposites sides of the country and the team thatalmostbeat Texas in the playoffs, which is the team our other brother plays football for.

Confused yet?

Yeah, me too.

“I still have to finish my burger.”

My hands go up. “You shouldn’t have ordered food on the first date in the first place. Everyone knows that.” Save that shit for date two, duh. Or the third. Food is basically the kiss of death—backing oneself into a corner, if you will.

“Drake, stop.” Drew sidesteps around me, his wide powerful shoulders bumping me the same way a guy does when he’s posturing in a bar.

“For what it’s worth, she is not the girl for you,” I say to his back as he pulls open the restroom door.

Drew pauses. “How do you know?”

I shrug. “I just know. Call it intuition.” Twintuition, to be exact. He and I both know he’s not into this chick and he’s wasting his time. Sure, he’s getting a meal out of it, but why bother with her when he could be bothering with me?

I’m a fun time.

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