“Oh God,” I groan. “Please don’t.”
“Oh, I did.” She grins, wicked. “ On his fingers, on his face, on his?—”
“Nope.” I clap my hands over my ears. “Absolutely not. I don’t need that mental image before coffee.”
“Just sayin’,” she says. “I got way more than a boob grab. I’m sorry you got cockblocked by your ex, though. I wasn’t paying close enough attention, or I’d have swatted him away sooner.”
“You’re not my keeper,” I say. “And honestly, I didn’t mind dancing with him.”
And other things, but I keep that thought to myself.
Or, I think I do.
Talia narrows her gaze in a way that tells me I may not have as good a poker face as I think.
“Who was he?” I ask, spearing at my cereal with my spoon, trying to get her off the subject of Liam Callaghan.
“I think one of your dumb exes’ teammates, actually,” she says. “Connor something? Big red-head with a firecrotch.”
My eyes go wide, and I whip around to make sure Laddie’s still glued to the TV, blissfully absorbed in his cartoons.
“Jesus, Tal. Can younotsay that word within ten feet of my child?”
She grins even wider. “Dude. He’s super hot. Has a dirty, dirty mouth and a giant cock. Big man, big dick, big mouth. Definitely not a settle-down kind of guy, but fun for a night. Yum, yum.”
She makes an exaggerated slurping sound with her smoothie straw, and I cringe.
“Firecrotch, though?”I mutter.
She shrugs. “I call it like I see it.”
Rolling my eyes, I open Instagram and search for Reaper’s players named Connor. And yep, there he is, all shirtless and ripped and cocky-looking.
“Damn,” I say before I can stop myself, scrolling through the photos. “He’s… really good-looking.”
“Right?” she agrees, peering over the kitchen island to take in the images. “He really knew what he was doing. All. Night. Long.”
My cheeks go up in flames. I fan myself and giggle like a teenager, which only makes her cackle harder.
“So I told Liam to fuck off and you, what? Stalked home to brood about it? No, wait, he’s the broody one. He stalked off to brood, and you caught an Uber and came home and went straight to bed with your phone volume set to extra loud so you wouldn’t miss a call if Laddie needed you.”
I blush even harder. “Um. Not exactly.”
Talia’s grin fades into suspicion. “What doesthatmean?”
“Well, um, Liam followed me outside.”
“And?” She purses her lips.
“We just...”
She blows out a sigh, exasperated. “Emma Dawn Reyes.”
“What?” I ask, trying to look innocent. “We just kissed.”
Her look of disappointment almost makes me laugh.
“Okay, it was hotter than just kissing.”I add as she groans, “But it only lasted a minute. Two, tops. And I may have had my legs wrapped around his waist.”
