“Win what?” I whispered.
Dante leaned down, his mouth curved against mine, eyes steady on me. “Everything.”
Epilogue
Dustin
“Are they gone?”
Noah looked at me and lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, I think so, why? You really don’t want pasta?”
I glowered at him. “Dude, I don’t give a fuck if we eat jerky on rye. I need to tell you about this girl.”
He gave me a knowing look. “Remember how at the end of last year, and for most of January, you didn’t say shit to me?” He sat down at the kitchen table. “We could go back to that?”
I gave him a flat look. “I was in football mode; in-season practice is hard, and you know it. Fuck, the first three weeks you lived here, I thought you were mute.”
Noah laughed out loud. “Fair enough, we’ve moved on.” He looked happy at the idea, but he caught my impatient stare and sighed. “Fine, tell me about the girl.”
I followed him to the couch. “I saw her at the bar the other night. She is hot. I mean...smoking hot.” I remembered her legs. God must have made those legs just so I could feel them wrapped around my waist.
“Are you drooling?”
“Shut up.”
“Did you already hook up with her?” he asked incredulously.
“No.” I saw his look. “Maybe . . .”
“How?” He looked astounded. “I’m not joking, literally how?”
“She went out back, I went out back, you know.”
He was shaking his head. “No, I literally don’t know how that could happen from you both going out back, unless that’s code for something I don’t know, and I’m from Vegas, so I pretty much know all the codes.”
“I got skills.”
“You dirty fucker,” he said as he shook his head, impressed. “So what’s the problem?”
“I got a taste,” I confessed. “I want more.”
“And you can’t call her because?”
“I don’t know her name.”
“Jesus, Dust.”
I smirked. “You need to help me find her.”
“Go back to the bar?”
“I want to, but—”
“I’m not Dante, I will not be your wingman. I literally suck at it.”
I looked him over. “You’re tall, dark-haired, fucking muscles everywhere, and tattooed. How the fuck do you fail at scoring pussy?”
“Because I don’t call itpussy.” Noah pushed himself off the couch. “We told Dante we’d order food.”
