Page 36 of Fit for Love

“In that case, no questions.I’m all set.Enjoy your vacation.”

“Thanks.Let me see him again.”

He does as I ask, and I tell Sir Ems that I’ll be back in four days, counting today.“One for the trip, one for the wedding, one to explore something nearby, and one to fly back.”

Sir Ems wags his tail approvingly, which hopefully means he’s mastered counting and won’t miss me too much.

“Okay.Bye, Randy.Take good care of him.”

I hang up and head over to the balcony to savor some ocean air.Unfortunately, Kendall is still on my brain.And on what passes for my dick’s brain.

I grit my teeth and take a seat on the lounge chair to videocall my sister.

“Hey.”She’s grinning as she picks up the call.“How was the flight?”

“Crazy.”I set my phone on the small table.“In trying to avoid Kendall, guess who I ran into?”

“No way.She was on the plane?”

“You know it.”

Jordan shakes her head.“Remind me why you tried to avoid her in the first place?”

Because I couldn’t be sure of my self-control around her.“She was so prickly at the brunch, I figured she’d be just as belligerent on the flight,” I say.“And since this is my best friend’s wedding, I didn’t want to be part of any drama.I was right too.On the plane, she told me shehatesme.”

Jordan frowns.“She does?Why?”

“Apparently, she hates my ‘type.’”Which bothers me more than I’d like to admit.

Jordan’s frown deepens.“What type is that?Blond?Athletic?Awesome brother?”

I almost smile at that last one.“I think she’s decided I’m a player or something.”

“Which you are.”

“Was.Back in college.But isn’t every guy?”

“Depends.I wonder why she decided that.And why did she hook up with you three years ago if that was what she thought?”

A muscle ticks in my jaw.“I’ve got no clue.”

“Curious.”Jordan scratches her chin with two fingers.

“It was probably a one-night-stand situation for her from the start,” I say.“Maybe she thinks that’s something my ‘type’ is good for—if you have the itch.”

“Eww.But yeah, that’s possible.Or maybe someone hurt her recently, some guy who turned out to be a player.”

“You think?”The mere possibility makes me want to break the motherfucker’s dick.And crush his balls.

“Yeah.”Jordan’s eyes shine.“And if I’m right, the solution is simple: just tell her you’re not that type.”

“Right.I’m sure she’ll believe me.”

Jordan wrinkles her nose.“Yeah, I guess that type would say they’re not that type.”

I narrow my eyes at her.“What would you know about that type?”

“Oh.Nothing.”She bats her eyelashes innocently.“Nothing.At.All… Brother.”

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