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

by Meghan Quinn

I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “Nothing. All I can say is thank God for my generation creating the casual but professional look by incorporating sneakers with trousers because I wouldn’t have anything to wear on my feet if it weren’t for the fashion trends right now. And don’t get me started on the underwear I have to wear now.” She grips my jersey, coming in closer. “They are . . . enormous. I could wrap your head and Posey’s head together in one pair. So you can understand I need my best friend. Therefore, find your balls, man, because you are going to make my friend fall for you so fucking hard that she won’t know what to do with herself. Got it?” I swallow hard, staring down at the maniacal eyes of Eli’s girl, and I feel myself slowly nod. She pats my cheek. “That’s a good boy.” She straightens out her blouse. “Now, what is the plan?” Startled, Posey clears his throat. “Uh, what were you thinking?” “Glad you asked.”