Page 52 of The P Arrangement

“Well, thank you.” Delaney leaned back into me, and I tucked an arm around her.

“We’re fine with you sitting here too,” I said. I liked having Delaney so close.

“No, thank you,” she said. Her friends turned to leave, and she was just about to follow when she hesitated and turned back. “It’s none of my business,” she said to Delaney, “but you two look very cozy, so you should know he was grinning like a fool over pictures of his ex-wife a few minutes ago.” With a nod, she spun around and followed her friends.

I watched her walk away, speechless. “I don’t mean to sound like an egotistical dick, but did she do that because she was jealous?”

Delaney, who had also been staring, closed her mouth, and tilted her head. “No. I think she was genuinely warning me. Hmm. I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?”

“Yeah. She didn’t have to say anything to me, a stranger, but she did.”

“She was looking out for you?”

“Yeah. Especially since she was obviously interested in you.” Delaney smoothed her hand over my chest. “Not that I blame her. You are a very sexy man. I can’t even imagine the number of women you’ve dated since we split up.”

I shrugged. “Only a few. And all of them were set up for me by my mother.” She was determined to get me married again.

Delaney stifled a laugh. “Sounds fun.”

Taking a sip of my drink, I gave her a deadpan look. “You and I both know it wasn’t.”

This time, she didn’t hold back her chuckle. “Okay, so maybedatingwasn’t the right word. Tinder was invented after you and I got married. You don’t have to go on a date with anyone to sleep with them. How many have you slept with?” Delaney picked up her cocktail.

Well, that was an easy answer. “None.”

Her glass was halfway to her lips. “You’re not serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Preston.”

“Delaney.”

She shook her head, as if she was confused. “Since me, you’re saying you haven’t had sex with anyone besides…me?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“Not even the night of Vivian’s St. Patrick’s Day party? You left because you had plans.”

“With friends. Not a date.”

“Holy shit. I can’t believe you haven’t been with anyone.”

Studying her, I asked, “Why?”

“Because you’re sexy, Preston. And I know how much you like sex.”

Yeah, with you.

I shrugged. “How many men have you slept with?”

She winced. “Two. But it was only one time each.”

I threw my head back and laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

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