Page 23 of The Good Boys Club

“She’s human.”

“Damn,” he huffed. “Well, I could still make it up to her.”

“Mash, fucking focus will you?”

He shook his head. Physically shook it, like he was stepping out of a lake and ridding his fur of the water. “Sorry, who’s next?”

I clicked on the next profile. “Phoebe.”

“Yes, I mean, no. She was . . .” He brought his fingers to his lips and did a chef’s kiss gesture. “Almost made me break my ‘no repeats’ rule.”

“Gods, Mash, stop objectifying women like that, it’s . . . gross,” I said.

“Pfft, I’m not objectifying any of these women. They know what they’re getting into when we get together. I make it abundantly clear it’s a hook-up and nothing else, and I make sure they’re okay with that before we go back to mine. They want the one-night stand just as much as I do. Maybeyou’rein the wrong. Assuming that all women want a relationship is sexist, no?”

“What? I . . . how did this get turned back to me?” My face was heating. I looked at Gideon for . . . I didn’t know . . . help? Backup?

He shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I have no idea what women want. Or men. Though I think it’s fair to assume not all women want to mate and have cubs. Probably a decent number like messing around with a tall, handsome werewolf who’s not going to harass them for more.”

Well, damn, that told me.

“But Mash is being a little gross with the . . .” Gideon copied Mash’s chef’s-kiss gesture.

“Noted. I won’t do that again,” Mash said.

“Okay, moving on. What about Freya? She’s forty, manages a construction company.”

Mash bit his thumbnail. “Fucked her too.”

I gathered up all the breath in my lungs, resisted the urge to name-call Mash, and puffed it out. This was going to be a long fucking night. “Elsie?”

“Nope.”

“Sarah?”

“Nope.”

“Harper?”

“No.”

“Tilly? Aria? Charlotte?”

“Yeah, none of those.”

“Sofia? Evie? Milly? Jess? Margot? Layla? Harriet?”

“I . . . don’t know what to tell you,” was all Mash could say in response.

“Well, we’re back to Lola again. You want me to widen the search?” I said, after we scrolled through the rest of the matches.

Gideon paused his lamp ogling. “Does this mean you’ve shagged every single were woman in Remy?”

Mash winked at Giddy and shot him a finger gun.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said, feeling defensive for some reason. “Only the were women who are signed up with Howl. I expect there are other were women in Remy who are not on our app . . . like mated ones.”

“I guess you could widen the area, include Bordalis maybe,” Mash said.

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