Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

“Ready!” Rainey and I reply in unison.

Devyn hi-fives us. “Well, then, let’s go. Vegas, baby!”

CHAPTER NINE

DREW

“What do you guys want to do next?” Riley asks. “We have a few hours before we have to meet the ladies. How about we hit a buffet?”

I check the time on my phone. Huh. Apparently, we’ve been playing cards for over three hours but it feels more like three minutes. Probably because I’ve been zoning out the entire time, thinking about the nearly naked goddess that I’m not supposed to be thinking about. How I have an extra three Benjamins in my wallet is beyond me.

I shrug. “I could eat.”

Riley grins. “Man, you can always eat.”

I jokingly kiss my bicep. “These guns don’t feed themselves.”

“You’re an idiot,” Riley laughs.

“Do we have to meet up with them?” Brody interrupts. “I think I’ll be sick if I have to look at Charlee anytime soon. Make no mistake; that buffet will be my bitch, but I’d rather not ralph up everything I’m about to eat.”

“Yes, we have to meet up with them,” Riley insists. “My fiancée and I are in Vegas without our son. We probably won’t get another opportunity like this for years. I’m sure as hell not going to waste an opening for drunken shenanigans that will ultimately lead to hot hotel sex.”

“Dude! That’s my sister you’re talking about!” I complain.

“Dude, your sister and I made a baby together. In a hotel. She’s perfectly aware of how much better hotel sex is than regular sex.”

“Everyone on this goddamn planet knows that fucking in a hotel is way hotter,” I mutter. “That doesn’t mean I want to associate it with my sister. Way to ruin it for me.”

Riley rolls his eyes. “Grow up, Drew.”

I flip him off and jerk my head toward Brody. “Tell that to this guy! He’s the one trying to change the plan simply because he’s ‘traumatized’ from seeing Charlee’s tits.”

“Hey! I thought we agreed to completely delete the incident from our memories!” Brody whines.

“I agreed to no such thing,” I scoff.

As if I could ever forget that.

“I’m with Drew,” Riley says. “There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you live that down. Funniest shit I’ve seen all year.”

Brody glares at the two of us. “You guys are assholes.”

“Yeah, well, at least I didn’t check out my sister’s rack,” I taunt.

“I didn’t check out my sister’s rack!” Brody swears. “It was an anonymous rack at the time!”

Riley laughs. “Still doesn’t change who that rack belongs to.”

“Fuck both of you,” Brody grumbles. “Let’s go fucking eat.”

I fist bump Riley with a smile. “Lead the way, brother.”

CHAPTER TEN

CHARLEE

“Okay, I’ll be the first one to admit that the Blue Man Group wasn’t nearly as lame as I thought it would be,” I say.