He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

“Yes, a plan. That’s what we need,” Hornsby says. “We could do a flash mob,” Posey suggests. “Over my dead body,” Silas replies. “Don’t be a douche about it. Just ask her out.” “Don’t be a douche?” Pacey asks with a shake of his head. “Coming from the guy who had to fake-date someone to fall in love.” “You fake-dated someone?” OC asks. “What the hell is going on here?” “It’s simple,” Posey says, leaning against Pacey’s chair. “Pacey, here, was the start of the love train. He fell in love with a hopeless wanderer up in Banff. Her name is Winnie, and she got lost in the woods, stayed the night in Silas’s cabin with the rest of us like the true champ that she is, and Pacey peed on her, said she was his, and now they’re engaged.” “I didn’t pee on her,” Pacey interjects. “That brings us to Eli Hornsby. Our former ladies’ man⁠—” “Coming from the biggest ladies’ man on the team,” Hornsby says, gesturing to Posey—which, that’s a fact. He is. He just doesn’t get called out for it. Posey continues. “On his birthday, he was looking for someone to bang, and he found her, Pacey’s sister.” “Can you not say it that way?” Hornsby asks. “And he got her pregnant,” Posey says with gusto. The fucking storyteller of the group. “It was a long road for them. Jesus, the amount of time it took for Eli to finally realize he could give in to loving her. Some might say the author of his story could have cut out the last fifteen percent, and everyone would have still been pleased with the outcome.” “N...