Page 18 of Sweet Surrender


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JAMIE

Finn

Just giving you guys a heads-up. A friend of mine needs to stay with us a few days.

Ryker

A friend?

Jamie

What friend?

Ryker

Is she a hot friend?

Finn

Why’s it gotta be a she?

Ryker

You don’t offer your house up to a dude you’ve got no interest in.

Jamie

It’s my house he’s offering up. Didn’t maybe want to oh, I don’t know, ask first?

Finn

Your house is six thousand square feet, you over the top asshole. You’ve got the room, and she’s had a bad fucking day. Be nice when we get there.

And not all of us think with our dicks, dickhead.

Fuck. No. He’s only got one friend I know of who’s had a bad day...

Ryker

Those of us who aren’t liars admit we do. Does she have a name, and does that name belong to a hot woman? I mean, since you’re not interested.

Don’t say?—

Finn

It’s Ashton. And keep your hands to yourself, Beneventi.

He said it.

Ryker

Ashton. Like little Ashton Carmichael? Like Coach Carmichael’s Ashton? I thought she was a dancer in Boston.

Finn

Yeah. She hasn’t seen him in a few years, but yeah, that Ashton. And she’s a ballerina in Chicago, not on a pole in Boston, you dick. She just got some fucked up family news and needs help. I offered. So be nice when we get there.

Ryker