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I sighed. “It’s four am. I’ve gotta be up in like three hours. You mind if I get Bishop to drive you home? He’s not far fromhere.”
“Bishop?” she said. “Won’t he be sleeping? I can just call acab.”
“Like fuck.” I was already on my phone, texting Bishop. “Bishop’s already getting paid. Let the man earn hiskeep.”
“In the middle of thenight?”
“He’s on call, twenty-four-seven.”
“For Jessa,” sheprotested.
I gave her a look. “Forme.”
She just shook her head as she plucked her dress off the floor. “What if he’s notavailable?”
“He’s available if I say he’savailable.”
“Oh, yeah?” She cocked her sexy eyebrow. “And what if he’s gettinglaid?”
“Too bad forhim.”
She narrowed her gorgeous eyes at me. “So that’s it? Everyone in your life is just at your beck and call,huh?”
“I wouldn’t saythat.”
“What a charmed life you lead, Jude Grayson,” she mused, as she shimmied back into her sexydress.
* * *
Twenty minutes later,when I walked her out to the driveway and put her in Bishop’s car, I asked her, “You wanna hook up with this exclusive dicktomorrow?”
“I’m working with Talia tomorrow night. I might not have time for your dick,too.”
Huh?
I searched her face but she appeared to be totally fucking serious about that. After the string of orgasms I’d just givenher.
Clearly,shewasn’t gonna be at my “beck andcall.”
“Yeah?” I challenged. “You gonna maketime?”
“Maybe,” she said, then she gave me a goodbye kiss that made my cock stand right the fuck back up. “Call me and findout.”
Chapter Seventeen
Roni
Two nights later,I was out at a brew pub for beers and girl talk with Jessa, Katie and her BFF, Devi, and Dylan’s girlfriend, Amber. And of course baby Nick, who was sleeping in his carrier on the booth seat next to Jessa while wetalked.
Because it was the number one thing they had in common, Katie, Amber and Jessa got talking about their men, and before long, Katie turned to me. She’d invited me to this girls’ night herself, and when she asked me, “How’s your boyfriend, Roni?” with her big, blue-green, ultra-innocent eyes, I knewwhy.
Obviously she was dying to know why her husband’s best friend had walked into that teahouse with flowers for me and asked me to dinner—when the last she’d heard, yes, I had aboyfriend.
I glanced at Jessa. Clearly, she hadn’t spread thenews.
“We brokeup.”
“Oh?” Katiesaid.
