Page 39 of Dashing for Love

Also, he doesn’t even know who I am—despite me knowingverymuch who he is.

Who knew that little Matty Brodigan would grow up to be, well,not-little Matty Brodigan? Holy crap, I’m getting worked up just remembering how ridiculously thick his dick was.

Is. How thick his dickis.

And the second he realizes it was me on the other side? What then?

I am so screwed.

Wait. It’s Sunday. It’s yoga-and-walk-on-the-pier Sunday. With that realization, I’m up and moving. I screech into the yoga studio with a literal minute to spare, but only Willa and Reid are there. No Matty.

“Where’s Matty?”

Reid shoots me a curious glance while Willa answers, “Says he wasn’t up to it this morning.”

I try hard to keep my expression neutral. “Too bad. Hope he’s feeling okay.” Is that what I would normally have said? I have no idea anymore.

“What’s with the hair?” Reid asks.

I shrug. “Felt like experimenting. I’m washing it out later.” Also, holyshit. I can’t believe I didn’t think about my freaking hair. What if Matty had been here? He would have known. Instantly.

“If the chatterboxes in the back could be quiet,” the teacher says from the front.

My cheeks heat with the admonishment, but at least I don’t have to talk anymore. I start the sun salutation that most people are halfway through and try to lose myself in the session.

Ninety minutes and more holding of poses than I was even remotely ready for later, my body is loose but my mind is in free fall. What have I done?

Good morning.Good morning?

I can’t get past it. What else could he have said? I don’t know, but was ‘good morning’ with no punctuation the way to go? No!

But also, did I respond? No, because…ugh, because I had video sex withMatty fucking Brodiganand he’s my sister’s best friend and what am I going to do?

Cool, I’m spiraling again.

I can’t hide the flinch when Willa touches my elbow.

She narrows her eyes and leans close, tucking her mat under her arm. “How did last night go?”

“Oh! Um…good.”

She looks over to Reid, who’s scooping Midnight into the sling and chatting amiably with a gaggle of women. I have no idea how Willa manages not to seethe with jealousy constantly. I’d probably go all Terminator on them, but clearly that’s just me. She swings her gaze back to me. “Just good? Really?”

“It was good.” I double down. “You haven’t—you haven’t told Reid, right?”

“You asked me not to, and I haven’t. Promise.” She holds her hand up. “Sisters before misters and all that. Even though I don’t understand the secrecy.”

I breathe a little easier. I can’t explain why I feel the need to keep this quiet, but I do. “Thanks.” I start heading to the front.

“But I want to know more about last night.Waymore,” she whispers.

“Feel like a late brunch since Matty isn’t here to walk the pier?” Reid asks. “I’m feeling noshy.”

I snort. “Noshy? What are you, eighty?”

“And to think, I was going to pay for you, but now…” He trails off and smirks. “Mimosas are on you. Diner?”

What if Matty is there? Thinking fast, I toss out, “How about somewhere else? Maybe that breakfast place outside of town?”

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