The Change Up (The Brentwood Boys, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

Jason slaps the table loudly, startling us both. “Fuck, could you imagine if you two fall in love? Friends to lovers, God that makes my little romantic heart beat faster.” Did I mention Jason is obnoxious and weird?

I don’t need love or a relationship with some other girl. I have Kinsley. She’s my person. I doubt he’d understand that, given he hasn’t got someone like her.

“Of course. I wanted to make sure you weren’t on any prescription drugs you weren’t telling me about. To my surprise, I was met with a rather large collection of condoms. And the size labeled on the box.” She shakes her head in surprise. “Congratulations. Your big-boobed brunettes are lucky ladies.”

“Look at you smiling at your phone like a teenager,” Cory says, taking a seat across from me at one of the tables on the plane. “Who’s the girl?” “No girl,” I say just as Lincoln and Jason take a seat as well. “Ha, okay,” Lincoln mutters while setting his phone on the table. “Wait, is there a girl?” Jason, the ever-romantic asks. “No,” I say just as Lincoln says, “Yes.” Smiling broadly Jason and Cory both stare me down. “There’s a girl,” Cory says, nudging me from under the table. “She’s fuck-hot, too,” Lincoln says. “And has one hell of a personality.” Can’t deny either one of those observations. “Who is she?” Jason asks, looking far too eager.

I watch as the girl I’m madly in love with talks to a dog she only recently met.

Do I want to lean forward and taste her lips again? Caress her gorgeous skin? Fuck. Yes. But holding her hand in my bed? Going to sleep with my girl in my bed? Fucking fantastic. I’ll take that any day.

Oh. Lord. As he squats down and scratches Herman behind the ears while saying, “Hey old man,” I think an ovary popped. Is that a thing? It’s got to be a thing

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, do you know that?” he says, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs. “Even when you cry, you’re gorgeous. It makes it difficult to keep my hands off you, to keep my body away from yours. To hold back any longer.”

Shaking his head, he knocks both guys in the chest and says, “You’re better than that, boys. Shirts off. We can play their game.” And just like that, all three men take their shirts off, exposing an expanse of rock-hard muscles. Abs and pecs and muscles I’ve never seen before are flashed under the bowling lights in our private lanes.

This was the best scene in the series so far! Handsdown!!

“Do I look fat?” Jason asks. “What?” I ask, looking up from my sketch. “I think I’ve gained that marriage weight, you know?”

away and he flops back in his seat, sinking into the cushions with a plop. “I can’t believe you made me question my figure; you know how hard I work on it.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Linc says and then thumbs toward me. “If anyone is proposing soon, it’s this guy.” Jason and Cory both lift their brows in question. I shrug and continue to focus on the picture in front of me. “Wouldn’t be opposed to ring shopping.” “Oh damn.” Jason fans his face. “You just lit me up inside. Can I help pick out the ring?” Serious, I stare Jason in the eyes and say, “No.”

“Lincoln told him to call you and Maddox shook his head, just about to pass out, he said, ‘No, she was my courage. How could I possibly call her . . . without her?’”