I try to ignore how good he looks. “Your friends are trying to get me into bed,” I explain. He shrugs. “Pick Shane. He just got dumped and needs the pity fuck.” Shane flips up his middle finger. To me, he says, “I didn’t get dumped. Like I keep telling these assholes, it was a mutual breakup.” “Oh, sweetie. There’s no such thing as a mutual breakup,” I say frankly. “Ever.” Beckett snorts out a laugh. “See, mate? She gets it.”
