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of Daddy’s old T-shirts when she joins me. She’s pulls on a pair of the panties I’d brought from my room because not only is she big on top, but tiny on the bottom. Sometimes the scales of sexy totally tilt in someone else’s favor, regardless of the rest of us jumping on the other side.
    Becca shifts into bed after me, we roll to face each other just as we’ve done a thousand times over the years. “Can I ask you something without you thinking I’m feeling sorry for myself?” I ask.
    She brushes a strand of my wet hair from my face. “You know you can ask me anything.”
    I know I can, but it doesn’t make what I have to ask any easier. “Do you think I could get someone like Callahan interested in me? I know he’s different from other guys I’ve dated, but . . .  do you think I might stand a chance?”
    She analyzes me closely, her eyes searching my face as her hand slips away from my hair. “Trin, you’re smart, you’re beautiful; you can have any man you want.”
    I shake my head, but not at the sting her words cause. “We both know that’s not true,” I remind her softly.
    A flicker of anger finds its way into her face, and voice. “You’re better off without him, and her.”
    I know she’s right, but it’s not just Hunter I’m talking about. After years of too many men calling me their best friend, it’s hard to consider myself the man-killer Becca is trying to make me out to be. Hunter was the first cute guy I liked, who thought I was cute back. The only guy to ever pledge his love for me, only to ultimately betray me. It’s not exactly a stellar record on my end.
    “I don’t want to think about them,” I admit truthfully, wanting to leave the past where it belongs. “Let’s get back to Callahan, okay?”
    “All right,” she says, softening her tone and her expression.
    My short nails skim along the mattress. “Be honest with me,” I tell her. “Can someone like him maybe like someone like me?”
    She watches me carefully. “As more than a fuck?” she asks.
    Considering I asked for the truth, I’m no longer sure I want to hear it. “Yeah.”
    “I don’t know,” she says, taking a moment to mull through her thoughts. “A man like that is hard from life, and probably more, Trin.”
    “I figured as much,” I confess. “That doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some good and maybe a little happiness in his life.”
    “Maybe,” she says. “But can I ask you something? Why him?” She holds up her hand when I shoot her a look. “I get that he’s hot, Trin. Hell, the man is sex, dipped in honey, with a cherry on top of his penis for the lickin’. But he’s no boy―not like the ones we know who are just now barely men. He’s different, steely, and from what I can tell, someone who’s innocence was lost a long time ago.”
    There’s a whole lot of truth in what Becca says. The young men who generally pique my interest are like Hunter: more Abercrombie and Fitch, and usually on the smaller, leaner side. Callahan is jeans, work boots, and I have to crane my neck to meet his face.
    “For someone who was all excited, that I was all excited, you don’t sound very excited anymore,” I remind her.
    “That’s before I knew you wanted more than something to ride.”
    Yeah. I think she’s right about that.
    She purses her lips. “If you’re looking for something more, Trin, I’m not sure this guy is a good place to start.”
    I adjust my head against the pillow, more to give me a moment than something I really need to do. “So is that a no?” I ask.
    “It’s a be careful ,” she answers me truthfully. “You’re a good girl―an angel always willing to sweep in and save people. But, Trin, some people don’t want to be saved.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    Callahan
     
    I throw open the back door, grumbling from exhaustion and step onto the deck in my bare feet. As I lean in to stretch against the rail, a breeze sweeps in through the break in the trees. For a moment I