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I bet Denny forgot her keys again.

I slide my robe over my pajamas and make my way to the front door.

Another loud knock.

“I’m coming, you hairbrained goof!”

The moment I pull the door open, I regret not looking through the peephole first, because the person standing on the other side isn’t who I’m expecting.

Not at all.

He’s leaned against the doorframe, big arms crossed, a smirk gracing his lips.

“Hairbrained goof? Is that the best insult you could come up with?” He holds his hand up and shakes his head. “Wait, wait, wait—never mind, totally is.”

“I could absolutely come up with something better. I could say…um…I could call her….”

“Go on. I’ll wait.”

“I can’t think with all this pressure!” I draw my robe tighter around my body. “Why are you here? Better yet, how did you get here?”

“Gee, it’s so great to see you too, Monty. Nice outfit, by the way—very sexy. As for how I got here, I traveled by this amazing modern invention calledtransportation.”

My hair is piled on top of my head in a messy bun and I’m wearing my tiniest pair of sleep shorts, a tank top, and no bra.

I look like a mess as I glare at him from my doorway. “I meant, how do you know where I live?”

“Oh, that’s easy—Denny.”

“Denny? How?”

“Remember Zoe?” he asks.

“You mean that insanely beautiful girl from the bar? Yes, quite well.”

“Was that jealously I just heard in your voice?”

Yes,I want to scream, which is ridiculous because deep down I know I have nothing to worry about, but sometimes our emotions get the best of us and we react to certain situations in ways we normally wouldn’t.

Hence my voice going an octave higher as I shake my head and say, “No.”

“Because you have nothing to be jealous of. One, she has a boyfriend. Two, she’s like a sister to me. Three, you’re my main squeeze, Monts.”

He winks, and I hate that it makes me want to reach out and pull him closer, then sear my lips to his.

“Anyway,” he continues, “she and Denny have become good friends since then. Zoe, being one of my very best friends, was kind enough to give me Denny’s number, who was more than happy to give me your address.”

“Was she now?”

He nods. “Definitely. She said—and I quote—‘My sister needs a good dick’. Then she proceeded to give me your address, holler something about not bothering her at work, and hang up.” He holds his arms out. “And, well, here I am.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

I sigh and fold my arms over my chest. “Why are you here, Robbie?”

“Oh, someone is cranky tonight.” He shakes his junk my way. “You need some lovin’?”