“Like what? Baking? It’s not 1950—it’s a new generation. We like sex, like men, and we shouldn’t have to feel bad for it or be called names.”
“Says the person who just called her sister a whore.”
Deadpan, she says, “Because she is.”
I laugh. “Fine, whatever. I’m not sleeping with that dude.”
“Because you’re dumb and selfish. If that guy was looking at me like that, I would forget everything and open my legs so wide.”
I scoff. “You’re such a liar.”
“You’re right,” she says sheepishly. “But I’m trying to coax you into a night of naughty, nasty, fun sex with that guy.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I swear you’re gay,” she then says and I smile.
“I don’t like you,” I decide.
“Sure you do. You’re just mad I’m right.”
Rolling my eyes, I look back at the ocean, exhaling the breath I was holding. “Whatever.”
She giggles, and when I look up, I see that Delanie is coming toward us, sashaying a little too hard in my opinion. With a bright grin, she places her hands on her knees, I know to give smaller dude a great view of her ass while she tells us, “They are so fucking hot.”
“Duh,” Mandie says.
“What did you say to them?” I ask even though I don’t know why I care.
But I do.
Her face warms, and through her big shades, I see her eyes are glittering with excitement and lust. I haven’t seen her this hopped-up on a guy in a while. It’s sort of cute.
“Just the basics. You were right—they are all hockey players. The two younger ones play in Nashville somewhere…I was too busy checking out his abs. His name is Jace, the middle-size guy is his older brother, Jude. He just got drafted to the Kings and—”
“Like the LA Kings?” I say, interrupting her, and she grins.
“Yup, but he’s taken. About to propose to his girlfriend Callie, or Cathy? Something with a C.”
“Oh my God, were you even listening to the guy?” Mandie asks.
“I listened when he told me he wanted me to come to his party tonight at their condo! He invited us over early, just to hang before all their friends show up. They are gonna make steak and shit. I told them we’ll bring sides.”
“How did we get dragged into this?” I ask, and she waves me off.
“Because it’s perfect! Mandie and Jude are taken, so they can talk about future boring married life, while we try to hook up with Jace and… Shit, I think his name was Jamie? Jarred? It starts with a J.”
“I swear to God,” Mandie mutters, and I have to agree.
Delanie is a complete airhead. One-track mind on that one.
Looking past her, I see that Jace is watching her li
ke I knew he would be. Jude is on his phone, but to my surprise, unknown J-name guy isn’t checking her out. He’s looking at me, and when he sees that I am looking at him, he grins.
Hmm.
Tearing my gaze from him, I say, “I don’t know.”