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Hmm, I wouldn’t have ever guessed that, but I do like a challenge.”
    The sides of her mouth lift, but the false smile doesn’t begin to touch her eyes. “For the record, no, I’m not batting for the other team, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Love is love.”
    Oh shit. Here we go. “Calm down. I agree with you. I have a cousin who is gay and he’s the nicest guy on the planet. His boyfriend is a dick, but what do you do? He’s in love.”
    She bites her lip, and I know she’s refraining from throwing my own words back at me. Does she really think I’m such a prick?
    As the minutes tick by and I remain silent, she seems to settle down a bit. My gaze shifts to that mouth and those lips that are straight-up amazing.
    She mouths the word asshole and I can’t help myself—I laugh.
    Her brows furrow as I reach over and take a handful of her popcorn.
    A piece falls from the bag onto the napkin, conveniently on the V of her inner thighs. I reach for it, but she blocks me. “Don’t…even…think…about…it.”
    “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
    “Ewwww.” She takes the popcorn, tosses it on the floor, then proceeds to pull out a bottle of sanitizer from her purse and squirt some in her hand.
    I slouch down in my seat. This chick is unbelievable.
    The movie starts and I spread my legs wide.
    Ange immediately stiffens and straightens, shoulders like a board.
    “Have you heard of personal space?”
    “As in your personal,” I say, looking specifically at her boobs then shifting my gaze lower. “Space.”
    She lifts her chin. “Wow, you are just really something else.”
    “That’s what they say. You want to give me a try?”
    Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.
    “Practicing yoga?”
    “Actually, I’m practicing patience, and I need a butt-load of it with you.”
    “I love it when you talk dirty.”
    The movie starts and she lifts a hand. “I’d like to enjoy the movie rather than debate with you.”
    I lean toward her. “You smell amazing, by the way.”
    Ange
    Seriously. I’ve never met anyone who is so irritating. I can’t even enjoy the movie because Ryder keeps watching me from the corner of his eye. I try to act nonchalant, to relax and enjoy the film, but with Ryder’s own personal fan club sitting in front of us, it’s impossible to get into the movie. It’s all I can do to not move to another seat, far away from him, and yet if I move, then he wins…and I will never let Ryder win.
    Thank God the movie is halfway decent, although the parts where the main couple are having sex has me shifting in my seat and feeling all kinds of uncomfortable.
    Strangely, I remember when Kenzie told me about the first night she and Ryder had made out after watching her dirty dance with Sadie, the slut who had slept with Ryder when Kenzie had been dating him.
    Kenzie had done a complete play-by-play about what happened in Deklan’s bedroom. The image had been imprinted in my mind, and we had giggled like the middle-school girls who are currently sitting in front of us.
    For a split second, I imagine making out with Ryder.
    What the hell is wrong with me?
    It was just the movie making me wish I had a boyfriend.
    The scene was smoking hot and had the girls in front of us laughing and sneaking glances over their shoulder at Ryder and Deklan.
    I catch Kenzie’s gaze and she grins.
    I’m glad it doesn’t bother her.
    Kenzie and Deklan hold hands through the entire movie, and every once in a while he would lean over and kiss her. I feel a strange stab of envy. During the few days I’d been in Vancouver, I’d reconnected with Kenz and I loved it—loved having my best friend back, and yet it was bizarre to have Deklan around. And when he worked or had practice, she constantly checked her phone and smiled every time she received a message or a call.
    He was the center of her universe and it was tough to compete with that.
    I had yet to meet Brooke. Tonight the