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I fail, I’ll have to pay double to repeat it. Hard to do when my piggy bank echoes.
    “Tell me more,” she salivates. I can practically hear her smacking her lips.
    “He’s”—I bite my lip— “exploding sexiness. Tan. Muscular. Dark hair. More muscles. Gorgeous eyes . . .”
    “And?”
    I worm off the couch to the floor and rest my cheek against the cushion. “Tattoos. So hot. So . . . yum.”
    “Do I sense a late-night rendezvous in your future?” she asks.
    “Uh, no. He’s Hoss Boss’s son.”
    “
Ooh là là.
A southern gentleman and heir to an empire.” She’s a sucker for romance.
    “ No
ooh
and no
là là.
He’s off-limits.” If I don’t curb the wedding-bell visions floating in her head, Lil will have me barefoot and pregnant before I get off the phone. “I just hope he’s more asshole than not. Easier to ignore a jerk.”
    “All guys with tattoos aren’t bad,” she says.
    “But this one
can’t
be good.” He’s a temptation in the wrong direction. I’m supposed to be tempted to finish this job. Graduate. Not drool over the Covington I’m not allowed to befriend.
    “I know you’re totally opposed to relationships, but geez, give one guy a chance.” She sighs heavily. “And I don’t mean to wet your panties.”
    “Forget it. Dating complicates sex and tears you apart after.” I know she’s speaking hypothetically, but Quinn’s silent, forward approach to flirting comes to mind. And the way he took charge and prepped me for my meeting like he actually gave a damn about me. He’s . . . I don’t know, sincere, with kind eyes. Like a seasoned guide dog who doesn’t know anything but to be helpful.
    “If you take him for a spin, I’ll curb my fascination with one-nighters,” she says.
    She’s lost her nuts! “I’d rather talk to my parents.”
    “That’s . . .that’s a mega-fucking counteroffer, Cass. You haven’t talked to them in four years.”
    I cut her off before she can elaborate on her vision of my life as one-third of a family unit. “And easier than dating because good guys don’t truly exist. You imagine this insane world where guys—”
    “ But they do, Cass. They exist
for
us. And I’m not talking like play toys, though I like a good, fun fuck. What I’m saying, is they were put on this planet for a reason. Why would there be such things as soulmates if they didn’t really exist?”
    “What have you been smoking?” I run my hands through my damp hair and release the elastic holding my bun in place.
    “Give someone a chance.”
    “And you’ll quit sleeping with every cock that pays you attention?”
    Silence.
    I muffle my laugh because she’d fail in the first twenty-four hours and we both know it.
    “There’s only one Preston, Cass.”
    “Stop.” I push to my feet. Blood singes my ears.
    “Stop rejecting guys because you think they’re him. You always say I deserve better; well, so do you.”
    “Fine.” Red flags fly up around me because she’s right. I’m fine with waiting a year or two before considering love again . . . if at all. But I don’t have to tell her that.

Chapter 4
    Cassidy
    “ Damn cheap hairdryer.” I jerk the plug from the outlet and toss the piece of crap in the trash. I grab a towel from under the sink and wrap it around my soaked hair. I tidy up the mess I made in my race to take a shower, and stack my bag of makeup and brushes neatly in the corner. A crash sounds in the kitchen, making me jump and clutch my chest.
    I open the bathroom door and peek around the wall toward the door leading to the kitchen.
    “Stop throwing stuff!” Quinn yells.
    “I’ll stop when you tell me why”—
crash
—“you’re”—
crash
—“here.”
    The deafening noise sounds similar to crunching ice, increased by four-thousand. I tiptoe up to the door, not wanting my presence discovered, but curiosity has me wondering who on earth has the vocal ability to yell that high pitched.
    I push the door open slightly, and peer