Page 36 of The Bachelor

“Yeah, that’s definitely going to be a problem with Macon.”

Hannah craned her neck so our faces were close again while we both gazed at her brother. “Why? He can’t woo her a little first?” She paused, like she was waiting for a response, but didn’t get one. “Camden, not every guy in this world is like you and expects to get laid on day one.”

He laughed and pointed at us. “This little duo you’ve got going on here is similar to my friendship with Macon. I know what the dude wants, and waiting to fuck—or woo, or whatever the hell you called it—isn’t going to work for him.”

“I don’t believe it,” Hannah said, and she leaned back.

That gave me a chance to reply to his text.

Me

I want to get off in a public place. You know, in front of people, where they don’t know what’s going on and I have to kinda hide what’s happening and how I’m feeling.

“Believe it,” he replied to her. “He’s got about as much patience as me when it comes to chicks.” He held his phone while he went on, “He’s not looking to settle down. Macon Spade isn’t going to be your Prince Charming.”

Camden

You’re into voyeurism? Nice. I can do that. What’s lesson three?

Me

I want to use a toy.

“Who says she’s looking for Prince Charming?” Hannah countered. “She just needs a guy who’s nice, who isn’t after the one thing she’s not ready to give away. Who will treat her with respect and—”

“That’s not Macon.” He typed and glanced up. “Didn’t you hear me? The dude isn’t looking for a relationship. He’s a player. You’re not really going to hand your best friend over to a guy who’s a wolf, like me, are you?”

Except I was ready to hand myself over to Camden.

In fact, I already had.

Oh God.

Camden

Do you buy your toys at a sex shop? Or have you only bought them online?

Me

Don’t laugh … I don’t own any sex toys.

Hannah froze. “I see your point. That would be tragic.”

“You can say that again,” I whispered, and I gazed at the screen of my phone.

Camden

What do you use at home?

Me

My fingers.

“But I’m not sure I believe that about Macon,” Hannah said. “I’ve hung out with him countless times. Sure, he’s a player. I can tell that by the way he smiles—he’s got that mischievous grin that girls completely die over—and the man is the definition of charming. But I get the sense that, like you, he just hasn’t found the right girl. Maybe neither of you is looking for that girl, but if she happens to fall in your lap, you’ll turn into everything she wants and more. That’s my guess.”

I was drowning in thoughts.

And they were coming from both sides—the secret conversation I was having with Camden and the one he was having with Hannah about Macon.

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