Rather than give a play-by-play of Zodiac’s magical and massive dick, I admitted, “I’m falling for Zodiac.”
Sabrina grunted. “Duh.”
Sighing dramatically, I mumbled, “But he’s not the kind of man who commits to a woman and moves into her basement apartment with her genius son, small dog, and antisocial cat.”
“You could have stopped at ‘he’s not the kind of man who commits to a woman,’” Sabrina replied immediately. “It’s not like you didn’t know what kind of man he was when you decided to show up at his place unannounced.”
“I hoped his rude mouth would turn me off. I wanted to get over my crush. Except his rude mouth said sweet shit and also did sexy stuff between my thighs. Now, I’m worse off than before.”
“Crush sounds like you’re in high school,” Xandy said.
“Fine. I am deeply attracted to the jackass. Is that more mature?”
“You can’t love a man like Zodiac,” Sabrina insisted. “Only the dumbest fucking women ever fall for his type.”
“My dad is his type. Did you just call Shay one of the dumbest fucking women ever?”
“Besides the foster kid thing, how are they alike?”
“Ford was once a poonhound with no interest in commitment.”
“But he had Pax to keep him suitable for love. Does Zodiac have a Pax?”
After reacting to her bullshit with a dramatic eye roll, I sighed loudly. “Even if Zodiac fell desperately in love with me—”
Sabrina snorted at the idea. “This pregnancy is making you more dipshitty than usual.”
“Why are you being mean?” Moe asked Sabrina.
“Because if Elle gets the crap she wants with this asshole, she’ll end up living in Baton fucking Rouge.”
Moe looked back at me. “Can’t he just move his ass up to Little Memphis like Exile?”
“Yeah, just move their entire club to our town,” Sabrina grumbled. “Can’t imagine anything could go wrong with three fucking clubs in one place.”
“I wouldn’t be willing to move,” I told them. “He won’t leave his club for me. It’ll never work. That’s why I’m sad.”
“You can find someone else,” Xandy said in her husky voice.
“Eww, don’t threaten me. I don’t want another man. I didn’t even want Zodiac until he wooed me with his good looks and rude mouth.”
“You’re going to get fat soon,” Sabrina said, refusing to silence her own rude mouth. “He’s bound to lose interest and get dismissive. That’s when you’ll get over him. Let’s all be patient.”
I studied Zodiac riding ahead of us. His thick blond hair whipped around in the wind. I admired his wide back flexing as he controlled his hog. The man was so sexy. Last night and this morning, he felt like my guy. Today, I was hit with the harsh truth of our situation.
Sabrina turned up the music and insisted we all sing along rather than take pot shots at my romantic life.
Though I played along, my head was stuck on Zodiac. I replayed everything about our time together, both good and bad.
Hours later, I was still swooning over the jackass. He looked so sexy and windswept when he pulled up to the house as I climbed out of Sabrina’s SUV.
“Don’t be weak,” my cousin warned me. “Also, pick a better name than Wilbur.”
I flipped off my cousin as she sped away. Zodiac strutted over to me.
“Now what?” he asked me as Clint and Ivy exited my parents’ house.
“Look, I had plenty of silly fun with you and your body,” I said and patted his chest. “But I won’t miss you or cry about how you live too far away. I’m just not that into you.”
