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“He doesn’t like children,” Hector said.

“Oh.” Jazzy sounded disappointed.

“Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way.” Tommie’s eyes focused on Hector. “If your men are tenderloin, then you’re prime steak. I think you should marry Mary and be done with it.”

“That’s a great idea!” Jazzy looked at her. “Well, why don’t you ask the man, Mary? It makes perfect sense.”

“I… um…”

Understanding dawned in Tommie’s mischievous eyes. “Oh, I’m getting the feeling that she already did. Interesting.”

When Mary looked up to where Hector had been standing, she found him gone.

And now I’m mortified.

Jazzy huffed. “Really? He turned down hipster Barbie?”

“I’m not hipster Barbie.”

Tommie patted her hand. “I so feel you, baby girl. Unrequited lust sucks. But youdoknow he’s a bit, um...”

“Grumpy,” she filled in. “Yes, I’m aware of his level of grumpiness.”

“And you’re so... shiny.”

“Which is why they’re a perfect match,” Jazzy claimed. “Just like Gio and me. He’s broody and I’m, well, me. He’d be lost without hisbella.”

Mary was glad to see Jazzy totally in love with her husband. It was what she wanted for herself. She had been trying to muster up the courage to ask Hector out. But she wasn’t as brazen as her cousin, and now she had Zoe to consider. Still, she wasn’t giving up without a fight.

Tommie made a gagging sound. “Will your honeymoon never end? If I catch you two on the couch one more time, I’m going to have to bleach my eyes.”

Jazzy playfully slapped him on the arm. “Don’t hate me because you’re not getting any.”

“Sadly, that is true.” Tommie pouted. “No one has been drilling me for months.”

Jazzy put her hands to her ears. “TMI!”

Tommie scoffed. “Says the woman using every room in her mansion to have sex in. Your staff drew up a schedule to avoid walking in on that peep show.”

“What?” Jazzy gasped. “They really did that?”

“Any other day, I’d love to discuss your sex shenanigans, but not today, Jaz. Today we’re going to find Mary a man. Though, I already have a sense which one she has set her eyes on.”

Mary sighed. “He doesn’t want me.”

“Oh, he wants, hipster,” Tommie claimed. “That six-five, two hundred and something pounds of muscle wants you bad. He just doesn’t want to admit it. I think it’s time we gave him a nudge, so he comes to his senses.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Sometimes, when Tommie set out to do stuff, things went a bit awry.

“No worries. Leave it to me. I’m not gonna stand by and watch your mood turn as blue as my mohawk. Besides, even if the thing with Hector doesn’t pan out, you still need to find yourself a man, don’t you?”

Excellent point.

CHAPTER 7

HECTOR

Hector stared at Mary over the brim of his Corona. It was day two of ‘How to find a husband in a few days’ as Mary had dubbed her ‘quest.’

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