Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

“Fuck, no, please don’t cry. I won’t—I won’t tell him. I promise. Please don’t cry.” He looks to Garrett for help before squeezing both my shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. Your secret’s safe with me, Jennie, really. And, uh …” His gaze falls to Garrett’s crotch. “I won’t tell everyone you named your junk after Indiana Jones. I haven’t heard that one before. It’s … new.” I sniffle, wiping at my eyes. “Thanks, Jaxon. You’re a good friend.” We watch him leave, and when he disappears, Garrett raises his fist. “Good call on the tears.” I bump my fist off his. “Gets ’em every time.”