“Tammy’s teaching assistant. You met her at Tammy’s house a few times and at the wedding. She’s become a really dear friend to me and I’m all sorts of worried, Ryder. I think she and Ty are like oil and water, and while she is saying the sex is freaky-deaky, I just don’t know if I should encourage this.”

And this involved him how? “Umm . . . Suz?”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t we have a talk about interfering in other people’s love lives a while back when Tammy and Elec were first getting it on?”

“I was right to interfere with those two. They might have kept insisting they didn’t want to date if I hadn’t thrown that dinner party.”

“We threw that dinner party. Then you threw a pie in my face.” Apple. He could practically still feel that sticky mess ooze down his nose and chin and taste the sweet tartness on his lips.

“You deserved it,” she said breezily. “And this isn’t about you. This is about Imogen and Ty and their happiness. We can’t be letting Ty take her for a ride. She’s just not the kind of girl who is into casual sex.”

Ryder rubbed his forehead, wondering if he really was supposed to give a shit who Ty was sleeping with. If the guy had a thing for the skinny chick with the glasses, more power to him. Ryder wouldn’t have thought she was Ty’s type, given that she was pretty in a more conservative, understated way than Ty’s usual full-blown beauties, but it wasn’t really any of his business. “I believe you said Tammy wasn’t that kind of girl either, and she was all about bouncing Elec. I just think we need to let people work these things out themselves, darlin’.”

“If Ty breaks Imogen’s heart, I’m going to be seriously pissed off.”

“I don’t imagine Ty is really taking your feelings into account, nor should he. It’s his life.”

“So here’s what we need to do,” Suzanne said as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “I need to see the two of them together and decide for myself if Ty actually likes her or if he’s just playing her, so you and I need to have another dinner party.”

The hell they did. “No. Absolutely not. It’s none of our business and I’m not taking another pie in the face to support your meddling in your friends’ love lives.”

“Oh, I wasn’t going to make a pie. I was going to bake a pineapple upside-down cake.”

Damn her. She knew that was his all-time favorite dessert. He paused, closing his eyes to gather his willpower. “No . . . it’s not a good idea.”