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Her lips turned down into a pout. “He does. Kind of. But more like a light snack. The last two guys that I saw barely even did that. And Greer said Joshneverwent down on her.”

“Oof. She really needs to stop letting him weasel his way back.”

“I think it’ll stick this time. She was really embarrassed by him on Saturday,” she shared.

“Poor Greer. I’ll ask her out for smoothies tomorrow.”

And use Easton’s card before he has an aneurism.

Knowing I would get the scoop from the source herself soon, I turned the tables to get one from Wren. “Other than him not devouring you like the goddess you are, how’s everything else with Chris?”

“Perfect. He feels bad about leaving early on Saturday, but he’s used to early school days,notwild nightlife.”

I waved off the explanation. “I would be the same if I had to wake up that early every day.”

“But you liked him, right?” The earnestness in her tone was surprising. Like me, she had always valued mine and Greer’s opinion, but she didn’t live for approval or anything like that. Especially not when she was capable of making her own relationship decisions.

“Obviously. I said he could call me Mads. I don’t make that offer willy-nilly. I haven’t even told Easton he could call me that because he’s a tyrant.”

In a very good way.

“Yeah, but he calls youguppy, and that’s better,” she pointed out with a little sigh. “And you were drunk when you bestowed that honor on Chris.”

“I still stand by it. He was really sweet with you.”

“Right? I don’t think I’ve ever dated a guy who was so openly affectionate and considerate. Maybe it’s an older guy thing since Easton is clearly the same way.”

“That’s a real possibility.”

Like his ears were burning, a text buzzed through from him.

Easton: Need to talk. My office at 6 work?

The giddy cloud nine that I’d been floating on dissipated in an instant, and me and my stomach both dropped.

It’s only been a handful of hours since I saw him.

Nothing could change that quickly.

Right?

After a tiny burst of panic,I’d managed to talk myself off the ledge.

Mostly.

Whatever he needed to discuss, I was sure it wasn’t the worst-case conclusions my brain had jumped to.

That still left limitless possibilities for my brain to formulate, which had made my already long Monday stretch for an eternity.

By the time I parked in the lot at Wells Law, it felt like a week had dragged by, not six hours. I hurriedly climbed from my Jeep andheaded for the side entrance, waving to one of the nearby guards who always stopped to make sure I got in okay.

Sometimes, I took a detour in order to say hi to June and June Juniors, but I didn’t do that. I hightailed it straight to Easton’s office.

My body could take more edging than my curiosity.

I didn’t have the chance to knock before he looked up from behind his desk.

Who knew glasses could be so sexy?