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252 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014
Riley: I’m a sex columnist. It’s my responsibility to spread the word about safe sex.
Sam: This had nothing to do with safe sex, and everything to do with you making sure I didn’t HAVE any sex.
True, true. The man did know her well.
Riley: Well then clearly Angelica didn’t read the pamphlets. It says VERY clearly that there are multiple treatment options.
Sam: Her name is ANGELA, and she didn’t stick around long enough to read the pamphlets, and I DO NOT HAVE GENITAL WARTS.
”She knows more about male anatomy than most penis doctors.”
“They’re called urologists,” Mitchell said. “Or an andrologist, depending on the issue.”
Jake pointed his bottle at Mitchell in warning. “Seriously? Don’t be that guy.”
“Uh-oh, he’s got the look again,” Jake said.
“What look?” Sam asked.
“The one that I had on my face when I realized Julie wasn’t just going to be a shits-and-giggles fling, and the one Jake had on his face when Grace handed him his balls at a softball game.”
“Hey!” Jake said in protest. “It wasn’t that.”
“It was,” Sam interrupted. “I was actually there, although I didn’t really know you then.”
And
“Now hold on. We’ve only been a thing for two weeks. It’s mostly just sex.”
“Really? Then how is it that you’re at my apartment for his engagement party,” Mitchell asked with a gesture toward Jake.
“That’s not on me! You two are the ones out buying engagement rings and cohabiting—”
“Cohabiting? Grandma? Is that you?”
Wordlessly the other three stood. Well, Grace and Emma stood. Julie had to be coaxed out of her chair, and luckily Grace had the forethought to grab the box of tissues on the way out.
“Nice one, Samuel,” Emma muttered as the three women slipped past.
“I want to watch,” Riley heard Julie say.
“And I want Ryan Reynolds for my birthday,” Emma snapped. “Get it together.
“What’s wrong, sugar?” Riley said, linking arms with the shorter woman. “Don’t want to have a tête-à-tête with your ex-fee-ance-say?”
Emma’s brow furrowed just slightly. “Not a sober one. And I thought we agreed never to speak of that.”
“Nope,” Julie said happily, taking a sip of her red wine. “You instructed us never to speak of that. We all nodded and crossed our fingers behind our backs.”
“To Stiletto –for showing three different couples they were made for each other”
“All four women turned to stare at the man in the doorway. But he was staring only at Riley. And his eyes were full of….Everything. Wordlessly the other three stood. Well, Grace and Emma stood. Julie had to be coaxed out of her chair, and luckily Grace had the forethought to grab the box of tissues on the way out.
“Nice one, Samuel,” Emma muttered as the three women slipped past.
“I want to watch,” Riley heard Julie say.
“And I want Ryan Reynolds for my birthday,” Emma snapped. “Get it together.”
“Now hold on. We’ve only been a thing for two weeks. It’s mostly just sex.”
“Really? Then how is it that you are at my apartment for his engagement party’’ Mitchell asked with a gesture toward Jake.
But it had been a decade . Sam had had a freaking decade to stake his claim on her.
He hadn’t. He wouldn’t.
No more waiting, Riley.
This is not happening,” Riley muttered, glancing at the ceiling. “My mother is not telling me my spanking article lacked passion ."
Don’t do this, man , he ordered himself. He’d promised Liam. He’d promised himself.
He was no good for her, and one of them was going to get hurt.
His hand paused on the doorknob, and he gave her one last look over his shoulder. “It was good though, wasn’t it? While it lasted.”
The lump in her throat doubled in size. “Yeah,” she whispered.
“But I don’t think I’ve ever experienced what you’re experiencing.”
“And what’s that?” Sam asked warily.
His friend’s eyes met his over the puppy’s head, and they were both sympathetic and curious. “Happiness.”
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“It was good though, wasn’t it? While it lasted.”
The lump in her throat doubled in size. “Yeah,” she whispered.”
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