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Chapters (39)
  1. Content Warning
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Preview of Anger Bang
  37. Acknowledgments
  38. About the Author
  39. Discover more romance from Entangled…

If only her body was on board with that plan. Right now, it was waaaaaay too focused on what that date would be and if it would involve touching him. Dancing? Tandem sky diving? Couples massage? Yeah, her body had much different priorities than the rest of her.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Nash

“You’re not taking a picture of me in the shower.”

Standing in the fake bathroom at the Waterbury IKEA that evening, Nash knew one thing: he was going to kill his cousins. Of course, he highly doubted Griff and Dixon thought up a photo scavenger hunt date on their own. This had Fiona’s and Kinsey’s fingerprints all over it. Even worse, it was a scavenger hunt of documented embarrassment with photos to prove every find.

“You’re completely dressed,” Chelle said. “Come on, do you want to win the scavenger hunt or not?”

And that was the question, wasn’t it? He was competitive right down to the marrow of his bones, and no one knew that better than his cousins and, apparently, their fiancées.

Those fuckers.

Looking around at the fake bathroom in the middle of the absolutely ginormous IKEA showroom, Nash realized that he was going to do this. His cousins would have known that he’d eventually do that. None of the Beckett cousins would let a little momentary embarrassment get in the way of winning. The rules of the Last Man Standing bet were simple:

1. Go on six dates with the woman who is the first to answer the Bramble dating app bio.

2. Each date would be arranged by the other cousins.

3. Wake up Christmas morning not in love and be the one to get Grandma Betty’s last present.

Of course, none of this was supposed to apply to him, because he’d known from the beginning that Grandma’s scheme had been to get her grandchildren to quit the single life and settle down with the love of their life. And he’d kept his mouth shut about it because he knew that was the only way he’d win. That’s why selling the idea of the Last Man Standing bet to his cousins had been so easy—he knew exactly what buttons to push to get Dixon and Griff to do exactly what they were dead set against. The flip side of that, of course, was that they’d known him all his life and, therefore, knew all of his weak spots, too.

The largest of which was being a total asshole in public.

“Is there really winning or is it just abject humiliation?” he grumbled as he pushed back the white vinyl shower curtain surrounding the fake shower, because yeah, he was doing this despite the fact that there were a billion people in the store.