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I glance over to her. “Me either.”

She grins. “Regular spot?”

I nod. “Regular spot.”

Chapter Three

Asher

I rub my eyes with my balled-up fist as I groan. “I hate taking out my contacts.”

When I look up, Ally is looking at me with such annoyance. “Here’s an idea. Don’t wear them.” She hands me my glasses case. “You look way better with these on.”

I scoff. “No, I look like a dork. Can’t pick up women when I look like that.”

She rolls her eyes. “If they don’t like you when you resemble a goofy Harry Potter, then they shouldn’t get you when you look like—” She pauses, looking me over as I open my case and get out my glasses. I grin, flashing her my white teeth. “A not-so-goofy Harry Potter who’s on steroids.”

That has me laughing from my gut. “You ass.”

“It’s true!”

“Whatever.” We get out of the car and head into our favorite sushi place. It’s a little late, but we have about an hour to consume my favorite meal. “You should have called Posey. What’s she doing?”

“Out with this new guy she’s dating.”

My brow perks. Posey isn’t one to date. Hence why I was surprised she ran after that idiot Maxim. “No shit?”

“Yeah, she likes him a lot, even though she doesn’t want to admit it.”

I hold the door for Ally. “Who is he?”

“Plays for the Assassins. Boon Hoenes?”

“Don’t know him.”

“Nor do I. I haven’t met him yet, but she seems pretty smitten. Lost her virginity to him,” she says with a wink.

My jaw drops. “About fucking time.”

She snorts. “Right? She was clutching on to that thing like a life vest.”

We laugh as we head to our table, but Ally stops suddenly, which causes me to run into her with an oomph. I look past her to see the very person we were just speaking of making out with a really huge dude. “Ew! Get a room!”

Posey looks over at us, but the guy continues to look at Posey. As if he is trying to consume her with his eyes.

“You’re just jealous,” she says, leaning on the table.

Ally snorts, and my grin grows. I love that little snort she makes. It’s almost a laugh but not quite. Like she’s amused, but she doesn’t find you hysterical. I think I’m one of the only people who’s ever really heard her hysterical laugh. Posey has too.

“Maybe. But look who I just picked up.”

She moves to the side, presenting me like she’s Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune, and I grin. I throw up my hands, wiggling my fingers, and Posey squeals. I haven’t seen her in almost two years; I missed her the last time I was here. She slides out of the booth and wraps her arms and legs around me as I hug her tightly. There isn’t a moment in my childhood where I don’t remember being with Posey. Sometimes, I was with her more than Ally. Mostly because Ally went off to play volleyball internationally when she graduated high school, which left just Posey and me to hang.

“Asher! I’ve missed you so much!”

“Right back at you,” I say, tucking her into my side. I drink her in features, and I’m blown away. She’s always been a beautiful girl, but something has changed. There is such light in her eyes, her face is full of color, and man, she’s gorgeous. Confidence. She has confidence. I squeeze her again and grin down at her, but then I make the mistake of looking up at the guy she was just making out with. If looks could kill, I would be dead about a million times. I want to laugh, but he’s so big and looks ready to rip off my head and piss down my neck. I hold my palm up to him in a wave. “Hey, man. Asher Brooks. Known Posey since I was born.”

I’m a tall guy, but this dude makes me look like a little person, and he’s sitting down. He takes my hand, shaking it extremely hard. If I could grimace and not look like a pussy, I would. “Boon Hoenes. Nice to meet you.”