Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

After the pool fiasco, I had no desire to stick around so after a quick shower, I texted Devyn to see if she was ready to meet up. She happened to be in Rainey’s room at the time which is why I’m knocking on her door right now.

Rainey opens the door, fighting back a smile. “Hey, Charlee. I hear you had an interesting time down at the pool.”

I roll my eyes. “He told you?”

She laughs. “Of course he did. He hasn’t stopped begging me for a boob shot since. Says he needs to get that ‘awful experience’ out of his head and my boobs are the only cure.”

“He’s such a child sometimes,” I say.

“Meh,” Rainey shrugs. “It’s part of his charm.”

Devyn steps out of the bathroom. “Oh hey, Charlee. I’m sorry about ditching you earlier. Although I heard you had some fun.”

“Not you too,” I whine.

She laughs. “Oh c’mon, it’s funny!”

I think about what Brody said to Drew earlier. “Really? Would you feel the same if Drew saw your boobs?”

She scrunches her face. “Ew! No way! When Nate was breastfeeding, I always nursed in my bedroom if Drew wasn’t at the fire station. Neither one of us wanted to risk a nip slip.”

I give her a wry look. “Exactly.”

According to Devyn, when she found out she was pregnant with Nathan, Drew had insisted she move up to Seattle and live with him. She had completely lost contact with Riley—I don’t know all the details, only that it was a big, messy misunderstanding—so Drew was the only father figure in Nathan’s life until she and Riley reunited a year ago. Drew is no doubt a big, macho alpha male, but there’s also a big softy hiding beneath the surface. It’s really apparent when he’s around Devyn or her son. Not gonna lie; whenever I see them together, it makes my ovaries flutter.

Speaking of Drew...I can’t get him out of my damn head. That look that he gave me at the pool was filled with so much heat, I swear it sent zingers straight to my clit. If I wasn’t so mortified at the time, I would’ve climbed him like the massive oak that he is.

“Enough about flashing brothers,” Rainey says. “I’m hungry. What do you think about grabbing lunch then hitting the slots? Our show doesn’t start until four so we have plenty of time.”

I nod. “Sounds good to me.”

“Me too,” Devyn adds.

“Hey, did you get everything taken care of earlier?” I ask Devyn.

She and Rainey share a knowing look. “Uh...yeah. All squared away.”

I narrow my eyes. “What am I missing?”

Rainey positions herself in front of the little table by the window. “Nothing.”

I peek over her shoulder and see a can of ginger ale with a half-eaten pack of saltines. “Are you sick?”

Rainey shakes her head. “It was just a little nausea...flying always makes me queasy. I feel fine now.” She glances at her phone when it vibrates in her hand and laughs at whatever’s on the screen. “We’d better head out. Brody says he’s coming up here to take his own picture of my tits if I don’t send him one in the next five minutes.”

Devyn grabs her purse and slings it over her shoulder. “Knowing Brody, that’s not a bluff. We should go.”

I shake my head. “He’s an idiot.”

Rainey smiles. “Yeah, but he’s my idiot.”

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are for him?”

She tucks her room key into her purse and slips on her shoes. “Not to get all sappy, but I feel the same about him. It took me long enough to figure it out, but I can’t imagine being any happier than he makes me. Even when he’s being a complete jackass, which let’s face it, is pretty often.”

I laugh. “This is true.”

Devyn rubs her hands together excitedly. “You ladies ready to do this Vegas bachelorette thing?”