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I shook my head. “What he needs is not to be hurt. And it’s not like guys my age want to settle down with someone who has a child.”
“How do you know?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Because once guys see I have a child, they can’t run away fast enough. And I’m not interested in dating a divorced man with kids. Those are the only guys interested in a woman like me.” My voice cracked at the memory of my ex-boyfriend’s final words after he found out I was Logan’s legal guardian and that I refused to put him up for adoption.
Besides, it wasn’t like I required a man in my life. I was a strong, independent woman.
A strong, independent woman who couldn’t stop thinking about the guy she had idolized as a kid—and his heart-melting brown eyes and dimples.
Chapter 7
Jared
The waitress leaned around me and placed my beer on the table. Her tits, squeezed into a black lace-up corset, brushed against my shoulder. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
I told her I was good, as did the rest of the guys—minus Nolan. Now that he had a serious girlfriend, he tended to hang out with us less than he had before. Why join us when you had a beautiful girl who was more than happy to make you come 24/7?
“What took you so long to get here?” Mason asked me, his booming voice easily heard over the loud rock music.
“I met up with someone I haven’t seen in a while,” I said.
“Who?”
“No one you know.”
A lecherous grin slid onto his face. “Was she at least hot?”
I rolled my eyes. “Who said anything about it being a she?”
“Because it’s the rule that if you’re gonna blow us off, it better be for a hot set of tits.”
Kirk snorted into his beer. “Since when was that a rule?”
“Shit, man,” Mason said, “where have you ladies been? It’s like the unspoken rule everyone knows about.”
“Riiiiight,” Kirk, Aaron, and I said at the same time. I doubt even Nolan was aware of this so-called rule.
“So, are you in violation of the rule or not?” Mason pushed.
“What if I am?”
“Well, according to the rule book—”
“Which none of us have seen,” Aaron pointed out.
“—the violator buys the next round of beer.” Mason crossed his arms, smug in knowing that neither Aaron nor Kirk would argue against the fictitious rule at this particular moment.
“I think it’s a good rule,” Aaron said. Kirk nodded. Traitors.
“What happens if I’m not in violation of this so-called rule? Does the mere fact you’re challenging me mean if the person is a woman, you’re buying me the next round?”
“With great tits,” Mason clarified.
“So, if his mom has a great set of tits,” Kirk said, “that counts?”
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “Donotdrag my mom into this.”
“No, that doesn’t count,” Mason said.
