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

by Meghan Quinn

That’s when he cut out and left? Right when she was talking about her breakup? Could he be any more fucking obvious?

“Holmes isn’t happy, and he doesn’t have a lot of sex,” Posey says out of fucking nowhere. Uh . . . what? Blakely brings her attention to me with a tilt of her head. “Not having a lot of sex, Holmes?” Kill me. Kill me right fucking now.

“It is,” Posey says. “He was telling me the other day that he wishes someone could water his bonsai tree when he’s on away trips. He’s always worried it will die when he’s gone.” What the fuck is a bonsai tree?

Everyone in the circle turns their attention to me. I swear this feels like I’ve been sucked into an alternate universe where professional hockey players have pet bonsai trees with old man names and toss around spare bedrooms like candy. I woke up this morning thinking I have a game to prepare for, and that’s it. Now I might have a temporary roommate, but not only that.

“You are literally not allowed to say anything to me anymore.” I point at him and move out of her bedroom and into the living room, where the soil has been vacuumed by a brand-new vacuum courtesy of Pacey. Sherman has been replaced. Posey stupidly said he feels more attached and bonded to the new one. I punched him after that comment.

“And you’ve been friends with Sherman ever since. That’s so sweet.” Yup, not looking like a fucking loser at all. Friends with a goddamn tree. Thank you, Posey.

“These shoes are hard to bend over in.” I lift completely, unaware that my foot is stepping on the front of my skirt, so as I straighten myself out, my elastic-waisted skirt doesn’t straighten out with me. Instead . . . It’s pulled all the way down my body to the floor, where Halsey is still bent over, leaving me exposed in my unsnapped bodysuit and thong. Dear Jesus, what have I done? Horrified, I take inventory of what I’m dealing with as Halsey looks up, his eyes connecting with my unsnapped bodysuit that’s acting more like a flowy loincloth than a fashionable garment.