“Lord have mercy. Was he as beautiful as I remember him being with that thing on?”
I scoff. “Nothing to write home about.”
Liar.
“Guess I’ll have to swing by Dawson Ranch and see for myself, then.”
“You’renotinterested in Wes,” I say, willing it to be true because for some reason the idea of my best friend being with him doesn’t sit right with me.
“I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him in a Stetson,” she ponders aloud.
“Wouldn’t it be weird since he and Tripp are like besties?”
“Hmm. Could be fun. Sneaking around. Getting dirty in the back of the pickup truck.”
“Allison Nicole Matthews.”
She laughs through the line. “Are you calling dibs on him, then? It’s been a while since you’ve gotten your rocks off on something other than that vibrator in the top drawer of your nightstand. It’d be a waste to let a man like that in a Stetson go. Save a horse, ride Wes Dawson,” she jokes.
“Oh, for the love, Allie. Stop snooping through my damn drawers when I’m not home.”
“Youwerehome.” There’s a beat of silence. “You were in the shower, and I was bored. There’s no shame in the sex toy game. It’s just more fun to play the game with a partner.”
I groan, the tips of my ears burning from embarrassment. “Can we not talk about this?”
“About your vibrator or about your lack of a sex life?”
“Both. Please.” I sprawl out on my bed, eyeing my nightstand with disdain.
“A good friend would know when her bestie needs a little push.”
“A little push into Wes Dawson?” I question.
“I don’t know. Maybe. You’re in a rut. He’s not planning on staying. Sounds like some good ol’ no-strings-attached fun to me.”
I roll the idea over in my mind briefly before discarding it. “No way. I hate Wes, remember?”
“Hate is a powerful emotion. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had was hate sex.”
“With who?”
She went quiet over the line.
“Who, Allie?” Although her silence was answer enough. There were few people Allie hated and only one that she wouldn’t want to tell me about. “Not him. Please tell me you didn’t have sex with Chase after you caught him texting another woman.”
She and Chase had been in an on again off again relationship since high school. But this last time I’d thought she’d meant it when she’d sworn she was done with him.
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Okay. I won’t tell you.”
“Allie,” I chide. “You swore you were done with him.”
“I am done with him. I’m just not done with his dick.”
“What happened to the dating apps?”
“Did you forget the fiasco with the guy who was married? I’m so over meeting these losers. At least I know what I’m getting with Chase. It’s just sex.”
I can hear the apathetic tone to her voice, and I want to shake her. Allie is one of the best people I know. She deserves more than anything her ex can ever give her.
