Page 11 of Big D!ck Energy

“Landon is boring, and he ghosted me. There's nothing to say about Landon.”

“But Dallas,” Kelsie said, “is clearly very interesting to you.”

“Dallas is a headache.”

“A headache you can describe in great detail,” Brooke added.

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

“The defense rests,” Kelsie said.

“And hey, at least you're not thinking about Landon anymore.”

She had a point.

“Fine,” I said. “Can we please talk about literally anything else? Kelsie, tell us about your worst dating app experience. Please.”

Kelsie laughed. “Okay, okay. So, picture this: I matched with a guy who said he was into curvy women in his bio...”

As she talked, I tried to focus, but I kept coming back to that moment at the restaurant. Dallas in my way, hands on my shoulders to steady me when we collided.

It meant nothing. He meant nothing. I did not need Dallas Dodger living rent-free in my head.

“Okay, before we wrap up,” Brooke said, checking the clock, “I have some exciting news.”

“Go ahead, future Mrs. Strickland,” I said. “Brag away.”

Brooke smiled. “As most of you know, Matt and I are getting married in a few days. We're flying to Vegas, and I could not be more excited.”

“She's been sending me Pinterest boards for six months,” I told Kelsie. “I have seen more floral arrangements than any person should.”

“They're calla lilies, Davina. Calla lilies matter.”

“They're flowers. They're all flowers.”

Kelsie laughed. “This is the maid of honor content I love.”

“Oh, speaking of the wedding,” Brooke said. “I should remind you that Dallas is Matt's best man.”

I let my head fall back on a groan.

“Which means you two will be spending a lot of time together. Walking down the aisle. Sitting at the head table. Dancing at the reception...”

“I'm sorry, dancing?”

“It's tradition. The best man and maid of honor dance together.”

“That’s definitely not a thing.”

Kelsie was laughing now. “Please tell me there's a videographer.”

“There will be,” Brooke confirmed.

“I want a copy.”

Brooke leaned into her mic. “So, Davina. Do you think you can handle a whole weekend with Dallas?”

I thought about it. “I've survived three-hour board meetings with investors who wanted to explain my own company to me. I can handle Dallas Dodger.”