“I do not!” Sharon protested immediately. The magic vagina was something she’d teased Kate about, because Andrew had been a total slut before he and Kate had gotten back together, but once he was back with Kate he was locked down. It was something that happened a lot in the romances Sharon loved to read, and the idea amused her, but she had never thought to apply it to herself. “Jake wasn’t a man-whore.”

“No, but he was kind of a dick to you for a really long time, but after you had sex he realized he wants to be with you! That’s the magic vagina at work.”

Blinking, Sharon opened her mouth to argue and then closed it again. She couldn’t think of a reasonable argument. Looking down at her crotch, she cocked her head to the side. “Well damn. I didn’t know I had a magical vagina.”

After getting Patrick a beer, Jake joined him on the couch, pensively glancing down the hallway at his closed bedroom door.

“Should I be worried?” he asked Patrick. Granted, he was pretty good at reading his sister and she seemed more excited about him and Sharon than anything else, but Patrick would know for sure if Lexie would have any reservations. He’d also know if there was anything Jake should watch out for.

Sharon didn’t need extra help being troublesome, and he shuddered to think of her and Lexie combining forces.

“Not about Lexie,” Patrick said dryly. “She’d be thrilled to have Sharon as a sister-in-law.”

Jake choked on his beer and pounded his chest, glaring at his friend while his face turned red and he gasped for air. “We are so not there yet.”

“But you wouldn’t be making things official with her if you didn’t see the possibility of it going somewhere.” Patrick smirked at him as Jake finally got his breathing under control, his throat still feeling a little raw.

He was also irked because he knew Patrick was right. While he might not be willing to think that far ahead yet, he knew he wasn’t interested in being in a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship; especially not with someone who was part of his group of friends. It was pretty much an all or nothing equation, which they’d tried to get around by calling it being fuck buddies, but by claiming a real relationship they were now basically announcing that they were going for it.

“A possibility, maybe,” he muttered, taking another sip of beer - a smaller sip this time. Patrick smirked at him.

“No, the person you really have to worry about is Andrew,” Patrick said cheerfully, obviously enjoying himself.