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Jason laughed. His wife looked up at the sound, and he winked at her.

“How long have you two been dating?” Jason asked.

“We’re not,” I said, talking into my tumbler. “We’re just friends.”

Josh snorted. “Are you sure?”

“Vanessa’s not interested in dating,” I said.

Josh laughed. “My wife told me the same thing once.” He nodded to the vestibule. “Hey, I think there’s some mistletoe hanging by the front door.” He bounced his eyebrows.

I didn’t want Vanessa to kiss me just because we were standing under mistletoe. I didn’t want her to kiss me because it was midnight on New Year’s. I didn’t want a one-night stand or to be friends with benefits. I wanted all of her. I wanted it the right way.

I wanted her to want me back.

CHAPTER 18

HOW TO LOSE A GUY BY MAKING THIS ONE BIG MISTAKE!

VANESSA

Adrian pulled into the garage under our apartment building. It was around 10:00 p.m. and I was still pretty buzzed. I lolled my head on the seat to look at him. “So what’d you guys talk about over by the bar?”

He put the car in park. “Diaper cream, mostly. Jason and Sloan’s daughter has a rash.”

I put my lip out in a pout. “I know, poor baby Emma.”

He turned off the ignition. “What did you guys talk about?”

I gave a shrug. “Your penis mostly.”

He blanched. “What?”

“Josh’s too,” I said defensively. “But mostly yours.”

He looked amused. “And what exactly did any of you have to say about my penis? None of you have seen it.”

I threw up my hands. “I know! It was a lot of conspiracy theories mostly.” I unbuckled myself and turned to him with my knees on the seat. “There’s a rumor that it’s huge. You don’t have to tell me—blink once if it’s true—but you don’t have to tell me.”

He laughed and got out of the car. I watched him come around and open my door. I practically tumbled out.

“All right, come on,” he said, gathering me to my feet. “Can you walk?”

I shrugged. “If I trip, I’ll just turn it into a sexy dance.”

He was grinning. “I’m keeping Grace for an extra few hours until you sober up. Can you hang on to me if I carry you?”

I rubbed my nose. “Yup.”

He turned around, and I jumped up onto his back.

He carried me into the building and took the stairs. At a jog.

Three flights up and he wasn’t even out of breath. I could only imagine the endurance this man would have in bed—seriously, I could only imagine it. I’d never been with someone with a body like his.

I giggled as Adrian piggybacked me down the hall. “Hey, can we go to my apartment before we go to your place to get Grace? I wanna show you something.”

“Sure.” He stopped at my door and dug for his keys while I hung off him like a monkey.