The Mix-Up (Southern Hearts Club #3) - Melanie Munton Page 0,20
just as seriously as I do, so I know she understands my dilemma. Especially since her dumbass ex-husband nearly derailed her entire life. Luckily, she’s got herself a sexy, southern gentleman lawyer now who happens to be crazy about her.
“Yeah,” Harper interjects. “If you’re that attracted to him, why not take one spin on his merry-go-round and get it out of your system?”
Barbie over there hasn’t had it easy peasy over the past year either. She might have started her own cosmetics company and given her she-devil mother the heave-ho, but before all of that, she had to live with her then-ex-boyfriend West for six months after they broke up. It was a whole big thing, and it all blew up in dramatic fashion—that I still can’t believe I missed. Thankfully, they’re good now. In love, still living together and all that jazz.
I let out an indecent moan when the massaging mechanism at my back kneads a particularly tight knot. This is an abysmal substitute for sex. I seriously need to get laid. “For one thing, I’ve already had a one-nighter…with his brother.”
A low whistle comes from between Sue’s lips.
Tell me about it, honey.
“Two, because he’s my boss. I have to see him every day. I have to work for him. And I actually love my job. I can’t do a nail and bail on Ryder Colson.”
No matter how much I might want to.
“What about the brother, then?” Harper asks, closing her eyes in relaxation. “Myles?”
I reflect back on my lunch with Myles yesterday and how much I truly enjoyed myself. I actually liked spending time with him. It weirdly feels like we’ve known each other for years.
“He seems like a good guy. And he’s obviously hot. We got along really well.”
Sloane peeks at me out of the corner of her eye. “I have yet to hear the problem. You know now that it was Myles who gave you the best sex of your life, not Ryder. And Myles has suddenly reappeared. How is this even a discussion?”
“The answer seems pretty straightforward to me,” Quinn confirms.
Quinnie is our resident horse whisperer. She’s short and petite, but she might as well be seven feet tall when she gets up on one of her horses. She breeds and trains equines with her father, and is about as jaded toward love as I am, if not more so. Her father and Harper’s mother were married for a brief time when the girls were teenagers. Harper came from money, Quinn didn’t, and Quinn resented it. Eventually, the two became besties and their parents divorced. But my guess is that Quinn never really got over growing up poor. I know she’s still harboring unpleasant memories from her childhood and there are things she never wants to talk about with us.
And in that, I can relate.
“I’m starting to think I might have beer goggled the unicorn sex,” I meekly confess. “I was out celebrating that night with Ross”—my older brother—“because he had just gotten his job with the Coast Guard. I was in a really good mood, and I think I exaggerated how good the sex actually was.”
“What makes you say that?” Sloane asks.
Because lunch with Myles yesterday didn’t feel the same as our night together did.
Probably because you were sober and not acting like a floosy on the prowl yesterday.
But my girls’ heads would explode if I admitted to actually feeling anything that night besides Myles’s anaconda inside me. Hell, I might have beer goggled his size, too. If I owned up to feeling something different that night, the interrogation would go on for a week straight.
Oh, my God, Gretchen has feels!
Aw, sweetie, do you think about him all the time? Do you dream about him every night?
Holy balls, you are so going to fall in love.
Blech. No thanks.
Before I met the three of them in college, I was used to having more guy friends than girls. There’s no pressure when you’re hanging around dudes as friends. There isn’t catty chatter, no back-handed competition between each other. Guys are chill and laidback and don’t hold grudges the same way girls do.
In fact, that’s how it felt being around Myles. Like a friend I go way back with. Talking to him was remarkably comfortable, even companionable. Regrettably, though, not once did I feel the kind of heat I feel with Ryder. There was no throbbing in my nether regions, no desire to maul him like Wolverine.