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So many puck bunnies thought I would be impressed by their literal rabbit-like eating habits in front of me. I’m not one to shame someone for what they choose to eat, but at least be honest with me.
If you want a salad, get the salad. If you want a cheeseburger, order a damn cheeseburger.
It wasn’t cute when they’d eat a side salad—hold the dressing—and end up a cranky mess two hours later when our activities were a little too strenuous for lettuce.
But none of those women were here.
Thank God.
Meals ordered, I turned my full attention to Emily. She was too far away. Another person could have sat between us, and it was a small couch.
Looping my arm around her waist, I slid her over to me, loving the way she laughed in surprise.
“Mac!”
“You were too far away.”
She smacked my chest, and I put my hand over hers, keeping her soft hand against me for a beat while we stared into each other’s eyes.
It felt like I could see her soul and she could see mine.
“You mentioned you really needed this night out—want to share why?”
She shifted, and I laced my fingers with hers.
“If it’s too personal or you don’t want to, don’t feel obligated.”
She glanced at my hand and smiled. “No, it’s fresh, but I still feel kind of numb. It’ll be good for me to talk about it.”
Taking in a massive breath, she pressed her hands to her thighs and stared at the blank karaoke screen. “I lost my job and my boyfriend on the same day.” She winced. “The same morning, actually.”
I winced, and she groaned.
“Yeah. It’s as bad as it sounds. I lost my job first. Thought I’d go to my ex’s house for some comfort, and he was banging someone else when I walked in.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. And the fucker asked me if I wanted to join. I’ve wanted to experiment—I mean—I’ve been interested in—” Her face flushed red. “But not like that.”
She didn’t seem to want to finish those sentences, but I got the gist. My girl was kinky.
But she had boundaries.
A really great boundary, like no cheating and getting away with it.
“What a dumbass,” I muttered.
“Yeah, Bash never liked him either.”
“What about your brother?”
She inhaled sharply and didn’t exhale. “They never met.”
And there went my theory of knowing exactly the right thing to say.
I watched her, hoping for some indication of what to do next.
Finally, she forced out an exhale and picked at her nails. “The day I caught Bryce—it was a really rough day for me to begin with.”
