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“It’s the grin. Who could believe that grin,” Alex adds with a wink.
“Okay, bye,” Mia cuts in, and River leans close, whispering something into her ear that has a pink blush painting her cheeks.
The second the guys are out of earshot, Mia spins on me, still flushed. “So, who is he?”
“Who is who?” Piper asks.
“Whoever Misty wore this dress for,” Mia responds, taking a sip of her drink. “He must be here.”
Piper scans me head to toe with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you ever dress like this for me?” she says playfully.
“I just wanted to look good, okay. No hidden agenda.”
Both girls smirk. “Fine, don’t tell us.”
My shoulders relax when they drop it. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m not lying to myself that I didn’t pick this dress to see Damon’s reaction, but I didn’t get far enough to anticipate what would happen after that.
He forced me into coming here for no reason, and I want him to regret it.
There’s a hum in the crowd filled with excited whispers. I strain to overhear the group of women behind us. I don’t dare turn around to see who they are. Instead, I do my best to make out their whispers.
“Did you see them?”
“Not yet.”
“I heard they just got back from their place in Monaco.”
“By place, you mean mansion?”
“Doesn’t one of them race cars?”
“Which one? I could learn about cars if it means I can get closer to one of them.”
“You wish. Plus, we all know they go through women like it’s a game.”
“Not Damon. Only the younger two.” The girl sounds wistful, and I tense, leaning a little closer to listen.
“That’s because he doesn’t date at all. I hear no one’s ever stayed over. Brittany hooked up with him and said he wouldn’t even kiss her when they hooked up. That it was like having sex with a robot.”
I roll my eyes. There goes my theory that he’d be good in bed. There’s nothing worse than a selfish lay.
“Wait, you mean she didn’t…you know…finish?”
“Oh, she did. Said he insisted, but there was nothing personal about it. Like it was just a part of the transaction. Honestly, he hasn’t been seen with anyone in years.”
“His mother must be furious. He’s thirty now?”
“Thirty-five.”
That makes him a decade older than me. A little thrill trickles down my spine, and I ignore it. Just because I think older guys are hot doesn’t mean anything.
“What are they saying?” Piper whispers in my ear, and I jump, startled. I press my hand to my chest, not realizing I’d spaced out that much.
I lean closer to her so our shoulders touch and whisper so the girls can’t hear me. “Gossip.”
“Juicy gossip?”
