I shook my head.“You’re hopeless.”
“Yep.”He clasped his hands together as he stood.“Right, well, it was good catching up.Don’t forget to wrap your willy.We don’t need Mama Price having a coronary due to any babies conceived out of wedlock.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“And I need my wingman back.Callie works Thursdays at the club, right?”
“I’m horrified that you know that, but yes, she does.”
“Perfect.I won’t subject you to watching her strut around all night in her sexy little get up without being able to bend her over and fuck her.We can go to Sister’s.”
“I hate you so much.”
Wick winked at me before sauntering out of my office, throwing a farewell wave over his shoulder.
Two minutes later, my phone went nuts.
DEAREST SISTER
OH MY GODDDDD!
YAAASSSSSSS!
IT’S HAPPENING!!!
I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE INTO HER!
Can I plan the wedding?
Your babies will be so beautiful.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
EMMETT
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
WICK
What?
EMMETT
You told Meghan?
WICK
Yeah?It’s Meghan.
EMMETT
Exactly, fucker.It’s Meghan!
WICK
EMMETT
Seriously.I hate you.
