Page 115 of Mr. Flirt

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? That he suddenly grew a conscience and decided against getting his thousand dollars for sleeping with me?”

Danni shrugged. “I don’t think he even thought about the bet. He just wanted an excuse to get you to speak with him. He told me the night he met you at the matchmaking event was the night his world stopped. Did you know he didn’t even go out with any women between the time of that matchmaking event and the moment you two went out for coffee?”

“How commendable,” I said flatly.

“Well, I mean...” Danni waggled her brows. “It kind of is, considering he can get anyone he wants, whenever he wants.”

“Which is why being the center of his bets and practical jokes more than once hurts more than most things would.”

Danni let out a deep sigh and nodded. “No, you’re right. I’m just being ridiculous because I knew how happy he made you.”

“So, now you can just focus on how mad he made me.”

“Right.” She nodded and dropped her gaze to the stack of documents she needed to sign.

After two cups of coffee and over an hour later, Danni collapsed back into the chair. “We did it.”

I smiled at my best friend and shook my head. “No. You did it. You stayed strong. You stayed brave.”

“And I can finally breathe again.” She chuckled. “Maybe I’ll even date again.”

“I know a guy,” I teased.

Danni rolled her eyes. “He’s not my type, but thanks.”

My phone beeped, and my assistant came over the speaker. “Your next appointment is here.”

Danni stood and smiled. “That is my cue to exit. Thanks again for everything. I just couldn’t have gone through this without you, but I still wish I never had to do it, Lucy. I wish my family stayed intact more than I want all the property and money I landed.”

“I know, and that’s what makes you an incredible human being.” I gave her a quick hug before she made her way to the door, just as my next appointment appeared in the doorway.

My mouth dropped open as my assistant stood behind him, and Danni walked by, saying goodbye to me one last time.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Mike.

The infamous best friend.

Another guy came up behind my assistant and flashed a cocky smile.

What was it with these men?

My eyes tightened. “And who are you?”

“I’m Brendan, Shep’s other best friend.”

“Oh, he had to send two of his best friends to do his dirty work?” My arms folded over my chest as a prickly sensation spread over me.

“Can we have a seat?” Mike asked. “I paid my retainer already.”

I scowled at him. He obviously knew my hot buttons from talking to Shep.

“Fine.”

Mike and Brendan walked into my office, and each took a seat as I handed them each a box of tissue.

Brendan scowled and held it up. “What’s this for?”

“Most of my clients leave here in tears after their first meeting.”

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