Abby plops down in my lap and gives my shoulders a little shake. “No! This isn’t what you need! You’re a commitment girl, not a casual dating person. James has commitment-phobe tattooed on his butt. I mean, his back. Don’t think about his butt!” Too late. I’m not the only one glancing across the patio at his very nicely shaped backside. “No bad boys,” Delilah adds, counting on her fingers. “No flings. No rebounds.” “No brothers,” Zoey adds. “Abby got to have a brother,” I argue. “Not one of Harpy’s brothers,” Delilah says. “What’s wrong with Harper’s brothers?” “They’re perpetual bachelors,”
And this is why they’ll have their own series. SWOOOOOONNNNNN
