“Not me.” I tip my chin in Nico’s direction. “Nico wants the department to get a K9, and my brother’s training Duke.”
“The better question is,” Maisie interjects, “how do you two know each other?”
Jessica’s eyes grow wide, her head whipping in her friend’s direction.
“We…” Jessica tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly nervous. “We went to school together.”
“Oh, really?” Mae quirks a brow at Jessica, that smirk coming back. “You didn’t tell me that. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even mention you at all. Interesting.”
Jessica rolls her eyes. “Because it wasn’t relevant.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I throw my arm over her shoulder and pull her to me. “You did just agree to go on a date with me.”
Her mouth falls open for a moment before she quickly shuts it, a spark igniting in her amber irises.
“You mean adoubledate.”
She thinks that’ll stop me? Well, she has another thing coming.
“Perfect. We’ll pick you ladies up on Friday at six.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JESSICA
“You did this on purpose.”
My brow quirks up as I give her my most innocent expression. “Me? What makes you think that?”
Mae shoots me a death glare. “Save the innocent act for somebody who will believe it, Jessica Richards.”
I chuckle softly at the use of my full name, unable to hold it back, which only annoys her further.
“Stop it,” Mae hisses, elbowing me. “But seriously, why was this necessary again? You know I don’t do cops.”
I give her a pointed look. “Because I need a third wheel, and you were teasing, so I figured it serves you right.”
“Girl, the only kind of third wheel I can be is the one in the bedroom.” Mae shakes her head, her wavy locks bouncing slightly. For somebody who doesn’t want to go on this date, she sure as hell put some effort into her appearance. “Did youseethat man? Like, actuallylookat him? He’sfine.”
I can feel the color start rising up my neck at her comment, so I bite the inside of my cheek.
No, I didn’t look at Matthew shirtless.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Okay, at least I triednotto look.
But it was easier said than done.
Because, hot damn.
Although, seriously, does that man not own a shirt? This was the second time in a matter of a few weeks that I’ve seen him shirtless.
But it was a sight.
It was.
There was just something primal about seeing him like that. Standing in the ring. The sweat clinging to his golden skin, accentuating all the dips and valleys of his body. The deep V that leads to the shorts that were hanging low on his hips.
