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lesson. She wants to be your girlfriend.”
    A comically horrified expression crossed his face. “Shit. I don’t want a girlfriend.”
    “No, you don’t,” I agreed. “That’s why when she calls you, you are going to tell her – nicely – that you do not date.”
    Ian grabbed the water bottle and sucked back what little was left in the bottom of it.
    “Just so I’m clear…We’re talking about the skinny one?”
    “No.”
    Ian frowned. “Not the one with the short blonde hair?”
    “No.”
    “So not the one who’s always dancing around in the short skirts?”
    “I said no!”
    “The brunette.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”
    “The one with the tits?”
    “Jesus. She has a fucking name, Ian.”
    He slumped back down onto the couch and shot me a doubtful look. “I know, man. It’s Brenna.”
    I tried not to think about the fact that it irked me as much that he remembered her name as it did when I assumed he didn’t.
    “Yes, that’s her,” I said through gritted teeth.
    “And she likes me?”
    “She’s practically in love with you from the sounds of it.”
    “Hmm.”
    Ian’s reply was suddenly speculative rather than surprised, and that was about all I could take.
    I strode toward my cousin, put my foot on the coffee table, and shoved it against his knees.
    “Jesus!” he swore, and tried to push back.
    I held my ground. “You are going to tell her no. You are going to make her believe it’s all because of you.”
    “She’s not even my type.”
    “Fuck you.”
    I stomped up the stairs, tore the sheets off my bed and tossed them in the garbage.  For good measure, I threw the pillows on top and then kicked the whole damned mess as hard as I could.  Finally, I yanked a new blanket from the closet, collapsed onto the bare mattress and willed myself to fall asleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Brenna
     
    I closed the door, slipped off my shoes, and headed straight for my room.  I breathed a big sigh of relief when I snuck past Risa’s door and it stayed closed. 
    It wasn’t until I slipped off my robe that I caught sight of her hunched up under my covers.
    I crawled into bed beside her. “What are you doing in here?”
    “I was worried.”
    “So you’re stealing my bed?”
    “I knew you’d try to sneak in without telling me you were home.”
    “I’m home, ” I replied.
    “Not funny,” she told me. “ Did you think?”
    “I talked,” I admitted.
    “To Balls-For-Brains?”
    “To Ridley.”
    “Bookworm?”
    “He’s nice. And funny.”
    She rolled over to face me. “Is he?”
    “Mm hmm. He gave me Ian’s number.” I showed her the paper, scrawled with Ridley’s handwriting.
    “ So…Are you going to call him?”
    “I think so. Rid ley made it sound like Ian might go out with me if I ask.”
    Risa made a noise in the back of her throat. “Hmph.”
    “ Maybe he’ll put in a good word or whatever.”
    “And you told him about his friend’s overactive sperm?”
    “They’re cousins, not friends,” I corrected. “And no, I didn’t tell him.”
    “I think maybe you should.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’ve got a funny sound in your voice and a funny look in your eye and I don’t think it has anything to do with Ian or his phone number.”
    I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Don’t you? What else did you learn about Bookworm in the two minutes you were ‘talking’?” She lifted her fingers and made the quotation marks for emphasis. “Is he a boxers kinda dude? Or are briefs more his thing?”
    “Risa!”
    “Don’t scold me. You’re the pregnant one who wants to do her baby-daddy’s roommate.”
    “ Stop it! I was only talking to him to get to Ian.” I shook off the unnatural, not-quite-being-honest feeling that accompanied the words.
    “Prove it.”
    I sighed. “How do you want me to prove it? Get his name tattooed on my ass?”
    My friend grinned. “That’s not a bad idea. But what I want you