“My money’s on you wanting more,” Remy adds, giving me a thoughtful once-over as she heads toward center court with Skylar.
So much for the game. It’s gossip-over-the-net time.
We’re playing in Cozy Valley today. That will endear me to the town, right? People will see me embracing all the activities this town offers.
But for now, I focus on the immediate issue—their dick radar. “So, why do you think I got some D?” I ask, hungry for every detail of their assessments.
“Because you aren’t denying it,” Skylar says, tapping her racquet against the net.
“Spill,” Remy demands, adjusting her visor. Her bouncy chestnut hair is cinched tight in a ponytail above the strap.
I blow out a breath like I’mso annoyedthey’ve wheedled it out of me, even though I’ve been dying to tell them. But this is the first time the four of us have been able to get together since that fateful afternoon. Fateful in more ways than one.
I stretch my arms above my head as if limbering up my muscles after the incident, even though it was days ago. “Well, let’s see. If memory serves, I’m pretty sure I spent the other day climbing my business partner’s leg until I came.”
I don’t mention that we found a stack of love letters afterward. Something about that still feels a little bit private. Well, the leg humping ought to feel private too, but the letters feelmoreprivate somehow.
Remy’s eyes pop. “Wait, did you do a full-on leg rub, a bump and grind, or a straddle and ride him into the sunset?”
Skylar whips her gaze to Remy. “That’s very specific. Do you cover styles of grinds on How We Met?”
That’s her podcast, which she started for fun, inviting viewers to share stories of how they met their love.
“No,” she says, faux offended. “But I’m still an expert in all these things.”
“Of course you are, hun,” Trevyn says.
“And there are many varieties of dry humping. It’s important to know which one it was.” Remy counts on her fingers. “First, there’s the straddle and grind down. I like to call it The High School Lap Dance. Number two is when he lifts you up against the wall and you simulate wall sex. That’s The Wallbanger. The third is when you rub up against him like a dog, AKA The Dirty Dog. And number four, he sticks his leg out and offers it to you like a fucking filthy gentleman and you ride it.” With a pop of her lipsticked mouth, she adds, “I like to call that The Filthy Gentleman.”
We all bow down to the expert among us.
“All hail the queen,” Skylar says.
Remy waves off the adulation. “Thank you, thank you. But your supplication is unnecessary. Thetruthis necessary.” She turns to me and, with a pointed look, asks, “Which one was it, our little horndog?”
A tingle rushes down my spine as I recall every stomach-swooping detail. Primly, I lift my chin. “He was a very filthy gentleman.”
Trevyn emits a low, appreciative whistle while Skylar squeals. Remy gives me an approving look.
“No wonder you can’t focus on pickleball,” Skylar says.
“Your head is replaying that whole move, isn’t it?” Remy asks with an arch of a brow.
“You’d all do the same,” I counter saucily before I remember to tamp down my enthusiasm. As I grab a ball from a bucket on the side of the court, I put on a serious face. “But the thing is, it’s not going to happen again. It just can’t.”
The mood shifts instantly.
“Because you’re business partners,” Skylar says with a sad smile.
“Butnotbecause your brother’s a protective caveman,” Remy clarifies. “Though he is.”
“A hot caveman,” Trevyn points out.
“Gross,” I say. “But Theo’s not the issue. Sure, I appreciate that they’re friends, and I wouldn’t want to cause friction between them, but it’s also not my brother’s call who I do or don’t date.”
“Preach,” Skylar puts in.
Trevyn voices his take on the problem. “It can’t happen because you’re chasing the same dream and you need to keep your focus on it.”
