God. Even younger than I’d imagined. “I’m thirty-one. That’s a decade.”

“Yeah, thanks. I can do the math, Lacey.”

“The math says no dice. I’m sorry. You’re a really nice guy. You certainly shouldn’t be lacking attention from women.”

“Most of them are too young,” he said, laughing.

“The right one will come along. In the meantime, you’re twenty-one. Have fun. You deserve it. Enjoy the money you’re making.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re looking for a relationship.”

I wasn’t really, but if that would send him packing… “Right. And you’re way too young to be settling down.”

“I guess you’re right about that. Oh!”

“What?”

“I’m so stupid. You’re dating Riley’s brother, aren’t you? He sure wanted to take care of you the other night.”

“Actually, no. We’re not dating.” Just fucking.

“That’s good. No offense, but he seemed like kind of a dick.”

Yeah, he didn’t do a great job of hiding that. “He has his moments,” was all I said.

“I’m sorry you’re not up for some fun,” Fox said, “but I respect your decision. Maybe we’ll see each other around.”

“Maybe.” Though I doubted it. “Thanks for the information, Fox. Have a great day.”

“You too. Bye.”

That hadn’t yielded much information at all. Did Rock know his sister was missing? He hadn’t mentioned her last night. Was it even my place to tell him?

I bit my lip. He’d been a complete shithead last night but then had given me incredible pleasure, and he was taking me to dinner tonight.

Still, he’d made it damned clear that he didn’t want a relationship. Were we friends? Not really. I didn’t know any more about him than I did when I first met him. We weren’t in a relationship, and we weren’t even friends. What the hell were we?

Fuck buddies?

I’d never had a fuck buddy before.

Rock Wolfe was a terrific fuck buddy, if that was what I was looking for.

I’d told Fox I was looking for a relationship, and I thought I’d been lying. Was I? Maybe I did want a relationship. I loved the idea of children, and I was thirty-one already. The biological clock was ticking away, almost like a time bomb.

If I wanted a relationship, I couldn’t be with Rock Wolfe. He’d made that clear. Anything with him would be a waste of time. A fun waste of time, but a waste nonetheless.

In fact, it might be best to call off dinner tonight. Should I tell him Riley seemed to be missing?

No. Best to stay out of family business. I cared about Riley. I cared about all of them, but I couldn’t get in any deeper. Rock would find out soon enough.