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“That would be awesome!” Lexie agreed.
“But he’s pretty grumpy,” Elodie added.
“Guys, I don’t even know him,” Ashlyn said.
“Ashlyn would fit against him perfectly, since she’s so tall,” Lexie said. “He’s what, only a few inches taller than her?”
“Something like that. But those muscles of his are so freaking huge,” Elodie said.
“Maybe Ash can curb his impatience,” Lexie teased.
“You guys—” Ashlyn started, but the other two women ignored her.
“I mean, there’s something to be said for impatience,” Elodie responded with a smirk.
Lexie nodded. “Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “And they—”
“Enough!” Ashlyn shouted, making both Lexie and Elodie look at her in surprise. She sighed again. “Sorry. But seriously, I shouldn’t even have said anything. I literally saw him once, and he was annoying. He was all hulk-like and arrogant when he came into Food For All. He also tried to keep me from approaching you,” Ashlyn continued.
Lexie nodded.
“And after Franklin, I’m done with older men. No, thank you.”
“I think Midas told me he’s our age, thirty-two,” Lexie told her. “Which isn’t much older than you. And you were the one who brought him up.”
“Which I regret,” Ashlyn muttered.
“Okay, okay, we’ll shut up,” Elodie said. “But real talk here. I was intimidated by Scott and his team when I met them, but there was just something about my husband that caught my attention the second I saw him. And I don’t think it was just because I was scared out of my mind either. Yes, Slate is older than you. Yes, he’s a bit grumpy and, from what Scott tells me, a lot impatient. But I don’t think you’ll find anyone who would be more respectful than Slate.”
“Do not set me up,” Ashlyn said firmly. “I mean it. I recently got out of a bad relationship, I don’t need to jump into another one.”
“Fine, but it doesn’t sound like you had much of a relationship at all with that Franklin guy. And it’s been almost a year,” Elodie pointed out.
“Maybe you could see if he’s interested in something casual,” Lexie suggested. “Don’t SEALs have a reputation for being ladies’ men?”
Ashlyn shrugged, but not very convincingly. “I saw firsthand how many women threw themselves at the Navy SEALs at Aces, back in California. It was disgusting. I’m not like that.”
“Of course you aren’t,” Lexie told her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t date him.”
“I just…is it too much to ask for a man who will support me, but not suffocate me? Who will love my outgoing personality, but understand that I want to sit at home and not be social every once in a while? Who actually knows where my clit is without me having to point the damn thing out?” Ashlyn asked.
Lexie and Elodie shared a smile at her last question.
“Oh, for God’s sake, I don’t want to hear about both of your awesome sex lives,” Ashlyn said, balling up a napkin and throwing it at Lexie.
“Hey, guys talk. And since Scott has no problem finding my clit, I’m guessing that Slate wouldn’t have a problem either.”
“Okay, I’m officially changing the subject,” Lexie said. “I can’t think about any of Midas’s friends that way.”
“Fine. Ashlyn, I have a question,” Elodie said.
“Shoot.”
“You said that you loved working at the bar, so how’d you know you’d enjoy what you do now?”
“What do you mean?” Ashlyn asked.
“Well… I used to love being a chef. But then my world kind of blew up in my face and I can’t imagine doing that as a career again.”
