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“Thanks, but I—”

“There’s this trivia thing every Monday night and it’s usually good for a few laughs. A bunch of the people in town have standing teams.”

“Yeah? Who’s on your team?”

“Oh, I don’t play. I go to watch. It always comes down to the same two teams,” she explained, her eyes lighting up as she talked. “One is your dad and his friends, which is reason enough to go.”

“Why’s that?”

“Have you seen those guys? The eye candy alone—” She stopped, cleared her throat, her cheeks turning pink, and began again as if she hadn’t just called Tessa’s father ‘eye candy.’ “The other team is this group of retired elementary school teachers.” A wicked gleam flashed in her eye. “They taught all of the guys on the other team—except Jamie, since he didn’t grow up here.”

“Who usually wins?”

“The old ladies,” Kyla said with a grin.

Tessa barked out a laugh. Maybe it wouldn’t kill her to go to the bar for one drink. And if she got to see Jamie get his arrogant ass handed to him by a bunch of grandmas, well that was just all the more reason to go.

Chapter 8

DiceDiceBaby: Have you been?

DiceDiceBaby: A good girl?

Jamie stared at the open message thread and took another sip of his gin and tonic. It had been nearly twenty minutes and WhiskyBusiness hadn’t written back. Had he gone too far? Usually, she was the one to send him risqué texts, but after spending the day trying to convince himself that he could not sleep with his best friend’s daughter (again), he’d hoped he could blow off a little steam with Whisky, someone infinitely more appropriate, even if equally inaccessible.

“Will you put your damn phone away?” Baz barked as he took his seat at the table with Jamie.

“She still hasn’t written back?” Gavin asked, taking the seat opposite him.

Jamie tossed his phone down on the table. “Nope. Forget it.”

“Hey, now, is that any way to talk about your internet girlfriend?” Ethan asked through a shit-eating grin.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jamie grumbled. For the millionth time.

Baz arched a sardonic eyebrow. “Right. You just spend half your time texting her.”

“Does she know about the woman from the hotel?” Gavin asked.

“What woman from what hotel?” Ethan asked.

Jamie scowled at Gavin, his stomach lurching. “It’s nothing.”

“Jamie went back to a woman’s hotel room the other night. He’s being very secretive about it.”

“Why does Gavin know about hotel woman and I don’t?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. It was just a one night thing,” Jamie said, hoping Gavin would let it rest. The last thing he needed was for Ethan to start asking questions about that night.

“Yeah, right,” Baz huffed in disbelief. “You don’t do one night things.”

“One night or not, at least that woman was real.” Ethan reached for Jamie’s phone, his eyes going wide as he read the latest texts in the thread. “Shit. Are you having cyber-sex with the internet girl?”

Jamie snatched the phone out of his hands. “Give me that.”

“Is it still called cyber-sex?” Gavin asked. “Isn’t it just called sexting now?”

“What if you get on video though?” Ethan asked. “That’s more than sexting.”

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