You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,62

karma in the world. The more the merrier.”

Skye swallowed, looking down at her glass. “This guy I was seeing from work... he already had a girlfriend. Can you believe that? And I found out when someone else at work told me. I’ve never been more embarrassed. When I confronted him, he said that he’d never told me he was single. I mean... why would I assume that a guy who was hitting on me for months would be single, right?”

“I’m sorry, Skye.”

“I don’t understand. Why did he bother? And his girlfriend.... It almost makes me want to find her just so I can tell her to cut her losses, and not let that jerk dick her around. But what if she knows and doesn’t care? I mean... some people don’t mind open relationships. But I do. I just want a guy who wants... just me. Is that so much to ask for? Ugh... he made me feel so worthless.”

Tess and I exchanged a glance. Yeah... talking about it definitely didn’t help Skye. I knew it helped some—I, for one, liked to talk about breakups to get them out of my system. But Skye had been in such a great mood when the evening had started, and now she looked small and hurt, and I hated it. Tess moved her chair closer to Skye, giving her a heartfelt hug. I loved these girls.

Skye gave us a small smile, leaning into her sister. Tess said nothing, and neither did I. I’d been through enough ugly breakups myself to know that when you felt this raw, nothing anyone said could make you feel better.

This was all my fault. Why had I insisted she talk? It was also my duty to make it better. I brainstormed potential topics that could lift her mood, before the obvious one popped up: me and Hunter.

Skye had been exuberant talking about us, so it was worth a try, even though I knew it meant we’d spend the rest of the evening on the topic. What I wouldn’t do for these girls.

Tess must have sensed what I was thinking about, because she focused on me next.

“How do you do it?” Tess asked. “Living with Hunter, having sex with him, and keeping all these boundaries?”

“Yes, do tell,” Skye said. She was smiling again, finally. Her eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm.

I’d had three daiquiris, which were two too many for me to be able to play it cool.

“It’s hard to keep the lines from blurring. Really hard,” I admitted. When I looked up from the glass, they were grinning.

“What?” I demanded.

Tess shrugged, flashing a devilish smile. “This isn’t going to help you keep those lines from blurring, but we saw how he is with you.”

“We’ve never seen him like this,” Skye confirmed. “Mom thinks the same too, by the way. And I trust her instincts.”

“You’re so bad for me.”

“But what would you do without us?”

I might not have said it out loud, but I couldn’t pretend with myself: I was falling for Hunter, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Josie

A few clichés about the lawyer world had proven to be true within my first year.

Ruthless competition? Check.

Long hours? Double check.

The adage that if you don’t have a mental breakdown your first three years, it means you’re cut out for it? Also true.

I had found ways to cope with my stress, especially since I’d received my own office. Behind the closed door, I could do whatever I wanted, and I took full advantage of that.

Usually that meant kicking off my heels and walking around barefoot. I had various tools to help with the back strain from sitting too long. I was currently sitting on a medicine ball, pressing my feet on a small reflex therapy mat.

September was a busy month for us, and I already needed a time-out. I couldn’t believe the honeymoon was already a month and a half ago.

I only had phone conferences for the rest of the day, but no physical appointments. Which was why, when one of my assistants called me, telling me they had someone here to see me, I was perplexed.

I checked my calendar, frowning. “I don’t have anything on my schedule.”

Drop-ins were highly unusual.

“It’s someone from the immigration office.”

I gripped the mouse so tightly that I almost couldn’t feel my fingers anymore.

“Should I tell her to come in?”

“Of course.” I forced my voice to remain calm. I couldn’t kid myself that this had anything to do with any of my cases. Immigration officials