Page 183 of Can't Always Get What You Want

And standing there.

First in line.

Arms crossed.

Expression murderous.

Is Gio.

His eyes scan me—his flushed face twin with smeared lip gloss and messy hair—and scowls. "You havegotto be fucking kidding me.”

Luca attempts a smile. It twitches and dies on his lips.

“Hey, uh—Gio.”

“You are in a public bathroom,” Gio says, gesturing wildly. “At a birthday party for your pregnant future sister-in-law.At a goddamn rodeo!”

I roll my eyes. “I love how you keep stating facts.”

“Where people eat.” He is practically shouting.

“Dude, why are you yelling?” I move past him, knocking into his shoulder as only a sister can do.

“Because,” Gio hisses, following me like I just insulted his unborn child. “You weredesecratingour family name in a bar bathroom next to a diaper-changing station.”

Luca clears his throat, clearly wishing for a trap door. “For what it’s worth, there isn’t actually a diaper changing station.”

This place isn’t as classy as that.

“You are being so dramatic.” I laugh. “There weren’t any signs that saidno intercourse allowed.”

Luca tries to back me up. “Yeah, I checked. Thoroughly.”

“Stop helping.” I give him a gentle nudge with my elbow to shut him up.

“Stoptalking,” Gio says, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s two seconds from an aneurysm. “You are a professional athlete and you just defiled my sister in a restroom like this was your first frat party!”

Luca’s face contorts. “To be fair, I didn’t go to frat parties. The school where I went only had fi?—”

Gio throws his arms up. “I told you to stop talking!” He huffs. “I thought I could handle this, I really did.”

“Gio, chill out,” I snap. “You bang Austin all the time, and she told me you had sex on her desk at school.”

My brother’s lips purse. “That’s different.”

I tip my head back and laugh. “I’m sorry we had sex in the bathroom? Just kidding, I’m not!”

“Oh my God!” my brother bellows.

“Didn’t you come here to pee?” I ask, staring down the hall at the line. “There’s a line.”

Then, just before my brother completely loses his shit, Poppy appears as if she’s been summoned by the wordsbathroom sex.

She wedges herself between us, pink cowgirl hat on her head,sunset cocktail in one hand, and no patience for our nonsense in the other.

“What the hell did I miss?” she says, glancing between our trio. “Were you arguing?”

“He caught us coming out of the bathroom,” I explain, lips twitching. “He’s being a baby about it.”

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