Page 22 of The Good Boys Club

Gideon turned to look at us but said nothing, turning back to his desktop a second later.

“She should live in Remy, or like five minutes from Remy so I can meet up with her beforehand . . . see if she’s gonna be cool about it,” Mash said.

“Sure.” I typed Remy into the location search field. “Anything else? Age limit?”

“Lower age limit of twenty-five.”

“Upper age limit?”

“Of course not.”

“Anything else? Smoker, non-smoker, hobbies, looks, body type?”

“She should be funny. I can’t spend two months with her if she’s boring as fuck.” Mash shot a look towards Giddy. “I don’t care what she looks like, whether she’s skinny or fat or in the middle. I like ’em all. You know I like ’em all.”

I sighed. “Yes, I do.”

“She should be a bit . . .” He looked around the dark office as though trying to find the right word. “She should be bossy, like . . . stand up for herself. Knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to defend herself.”

“Defend herself?” I asked.

“Against my pack.”

“Lord.” I began typing keywords into the search bar. “Okay, so we’ve got a woman, twenty-five and older, lives within a five-mile radius of Remy, good sense of humour, confident. Anything else?”

Mash shook his head. I hit enter.

“Thirty-six matches.”

“Sweet!” Mash said.

I brought the first match up. The picture showed a very pretty, smiling woman with a glass of wine in her hand. She had whiteskin and chestnut-brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. “This is Lola, she’s thirty—”

“Nope!” he shouted, interrupting me. “Not her. Fucked her. Didn’t call her back.”

“Okay.” I moved to the next one. This one was blonde, more tanned than the previous woman. “Isla, thirty-six, originally from—”

“Nope, fucked her too.”

A redhead holding a puppy. “Emily. She’s—”

“And her.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Mash, for the love of everything holy, is there a single woman in Remy you haven’t fucked?”

“Uh . . .” He furrowed his brow, sucked at his teeth, looked over at the blinking lights of sleeping computers. “I’ll make us all coffee. This might be a long night. Giddy?”

“Giddy takes his coffee the same way I do.”

Mash disappeared into the kitchenette and I filled Giddy in on Mash’s predicament. He returned a moment later holding a tray bearing three mugs and two packets of chocolate chip cookies.

“Where did you find the biscuits?” I asked. I’d worked in this building since we moved here and I’d never stumbled across biscuits before.

“In the cupboard markedJulie’s Personal Stash.” Trust Mash to sniff out the sugar.

“Julie’s gonna be livid,” Giddy said without a trace of emotion. He took one of the black coffees from the tray, and I took the other.

“I’ll make it up to her.” Mash set the tray down on the empty desk to the right of mine, and sat back down. “Hey, is Julie single and free for the next two and a half months?”

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