“So about that rebound you mentioned last night,” Nick suddenly says, and I jerk in a mixture of surprise and disgust for my past, drunken self. “Anyone in mind?” “What?” “Because I’d be more than willing,” “Nick!” “What?” He mimics my tone and the wide-eyed look I’m giving him. “I’m hot. I’m good in bed. I come with no strings attached. I’m perfect.” “And modest.” “Honest,” he corrects.
