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LEXI: I’m going to kick his ass. I mean it. If I see him, it’s on.
Please don’t do that. And don’t call me. I’m sitting next to a guy.
LEXI: You moved on quick.
It’s my sister’s friend, and I’m getting the prick vibe.
LEXI: No shit? Hot? Take a pic.
Of course, she’d ignored the prick part of the text. For Lexi, that vibe was a neon sign that translated: Stop and graze here! But I had to admit, she held her own with men. She never held her heart on her sleeve when it came to them. Her tough exterior was a force to be reckoned with. She had a philosophy she stuck to: nothing serious before twenty-five. She vowed only to let her hormones run her sex life. Her head ran the rest of it. I was quickly coming around to her line of thinking.
Hell no, I’m not taking a pic. He’s sitting feet away!
LEXI:DOit. I want to see.
To hell with it. I lifted my phone, just as Reid turned in my direction, and snapped a picture.
He arched a brow. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Nope.”
I hit send.
He saw me do it. I hate you.
Lexi:FUCKINGHELLHE’SHOT!!
Her mother was right to frighten her. Lexi had skipped the moving-on phase of boy crazy. But I had to admit, for a love ’em and leave ’em girl, she had pretty high standards, and was more of a kissing whore. That I agreed with on all fronts. Kissing was everything, next to an opening guitar riff.
I’m done with men for the moment. Really done. D.O.N.E.
LEXI: Fine with me. I’ll come down this weekend for your birthday and snatch him up.
I rolled my eyes as Reid cleared his throat.
I glanced up. “Yes?”
“Did you seriously just take a picture of me and send it to who you’re texting?”
“You’ll thank me for it later.”
His eyes hardened. “I don’t need your help getting hooked up, little sister.”
“Oh? Well, good, because I just registered you as a sex offender.”
LEXI: Do you know who he looks like?!
Defendant number #2345678
LEXI: What?
Nothing. What an awesome plan for you. You come down on a manhunt. Will there at least be cake?
LEXI:SORRY. I know you’re hurting.
I’m okay. I’m brushing it off a lot better than I thought I would. He didn’t give a shit about me. I’m not that stupid. You know what’s weird? I’m more pissed off than hurt. At myself.
LEXI: He was hot and funny at times. But I told you he was a douche. I promise your birthday will be epic. I’ll make sure of it. But seriously get somewhere and call me. I need to decipher whether you’re full of shit or not.
