Liam’s eyebrows shot up. “And now you’re friends?”

I shrugged. “I don’t go to lunch with strangers.” I wasn’t going to expand on the rest of the story about how we knew each other. It was partially their faults.

“And you just happened to have her number?”

“Jesus Christ, what is this? An interrogation?” I finished the rest of my coffee. “I’ve been in town six months. Is it that unbelievable to think that our paths might have crossed at some point?”

Finn hit me with a look. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Shit—no.” I shook my head emphatically and put my mug in the sink. “Haven’t even kissed her.” Not for a lack of wanting to, though. “Like I said; we’re friends. There’s nothing more to it.”

“All right.” He leaned back against the kitchen counter. “You’re being real defensive for ‘just friends.’ If you haven’t fucked her, you definitely want to.”

Liam nodded, closing his eyes. “I’d fuck her.”

“I’d fuck her seven ways to Sunday,” Finn said. “She’s hot as hell.”

“Thought you said you hadn’t spoken to her since high school.” I pocketed my phone.

“I haven’t,” Finn replied. “But I don’t need to talk to her to know I’d like to fuck her.”

“Damn right.” Liam slammed his empty coffee mug on the table. “C’mon. Let’s go before Joel kicks our asses.”

Sometimes, I wondered if it would have been easier to be born a woman.

There was no way women talked this crudely about guys, was there?

CHAPTER TEN – REAGAN

Danger, Danger!

“I literally came in my sleep,” I hissed, flattening my hands against the table. “This is a problem!”

Ava blinked at me. “I don’t really know how to respond to that.”

Groaning, I slumped forward on the table and buried my face in my arms. This was going from bad to worse.

“I see the drama llama is joining us for lunch today.” Halley pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did I miss?”

I groaned again.

“I got this,” Ava said. “She had a dirty dream about Noah last night and, apparently, orgasmed while she slept.”

“Well, shit. The drama is justified for once.”

I sat back up and shot daggers at my best friends. “This is serious, you guys. I think it’s my subconscious taunting me.”

Halley adjusted her glasses. “The subconscious does control your dreams. Does that mean you actually want to sleep with him?”

“Of course I want to sleep with him,” I hissed. “Have you seen him? He’s a walking wet dream!”

“I’m glad we cleared that up,” Ava muttered.

“The problem is that I don’t think he sees me that way,” I continued, grabbing a paper napkin so I had something to fiddle with. “I knew I shouldn’t have called him last night.”

“You called him?”

Halley choked on her water. “What she said.”

I nodded. “I did. We were talking about TV, and he tried to bait me about Ross, and I called him to whine. You know how I feel about Ross Geller.”