“He made a Tinder account specifically to find my boyfriend. The cheating doucheweasel was at least smart enough to hide his face, but there was a pretty distinctive tattoo that Leif recognized. He catfished him enough to get a face pic, then screencapped it all and showed it to me.”
Peyton whistled. “Wow. That is some commitment.” He grimaced. “I hope his wife didn’t find out about the Tinder account.”
“Pfft. He told her exactly what he was doing, and she even helped him set up his profile to lure the guy in.”
“Seriously?”
“Mmhmm. I’m pretty sure she took the photos he used, too.”
“He didn’t use fake ones?”
I shook my head and laughed. “He was going to, but apparently Rachel said it would be a crime not to show off his abs and thighs.” I made a face. “He also delighted in telling me what they didafterthey took those photos, because he’s a dick like that.”
Peyton laughed. “Oh my God. That’s amazing.”
“Oh, it gets better.”
“Does it?”
“Yep. While Leif was trying to find my boyfriend, he thought Rachel was just scrolling on her phone next to him. Like, they’re literally sitting on the couch while their kids watch a movie, both scrolling on their phones, and he’sgetting matched like crazy. He’s ignoring it, but one of them starts messaging him.”
Peyton cocked his head. “Don’t you have to match with them too before they can message you?”
“Yep. Apparently while he was getting the kids refills on their snacks, she snuck onto his phone, found the fake profile she’d made, and matched with them.”
“Oh shit, it was her?”
“Uh-huh.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “He figured it out pretty quickly because she’d send him these insanely raunchy messages, but every time he’d get one, she’d start giggling.”
Peyton chuckled. “Seriously?”
“Uh-huh. He said it killed some time while he was waiting for my ex to connect with him. I guess they spent like an entire evening messaging back and forth with the cheesiest, raunchiest pickup lines they could come up with.”
“That’s amazing.” Peyton stroked my arm, still grinning. “At least some good came out of your ex cheating on you.”
“I know, right?” I tsked. “My friends got a whole evening’s worth of entertainment.”
“Eh, he was doing the Lord’s work. Might as well get some entertainment value out of it.”
“No kidding.” Humor fading, I sighed. “Anyway, it didn’t take him long to connect with the guy, and once he got those face pics and had some screencapped chats, he told me.” I snorted. “And then he showed me like eight different guys who’d matched with his catfish account in case I wanted a rebound hookup or something.”
“Oh, wow! Talk about being a bro!” There was a wicked glint in Peyton’s eyes. “Did you take him up on it?”
I quirked my lips and shrugged.
Peyton rolled his eyes and nudged me. “Oh, come on. Indulge me.”
Some heat was rushing into my face anyway, so it wasn’t like I could deny it. “I… may have met up with one or two.”
“One or two?” An eyebrow arched. “Like two at the same time?”
I shrugged again.
Peyton laughed and leaned in to kiss me lightly. “Sounds like the perfect way to get over a cheating dickhole.”
“Exactly.”
“I hope you bought that man a lot of beers as a thank-you for being your wingman. And anti-wingman, in one case.”
