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drive halfway across the country with a guy who had just set my heart on a salsa dance. Being contained in a car for all those hours alone with him was about as appealing as, well, being rejected.
    But Charlotte was my best friend. You do weird, crazy stuff for your bestie. Mostly so you can throw it in their face for the next six decades.
    A cup of coffee, three more cookies, and a thorough reading of all of Darla and Charlotte’s messages later, I was more composed. The GPS on my phone said L.A. was twenty-nine hours away. More than 1,800 miles. A rudimentary plan formed in my head.
    That plan was: no .
    I couldn’t seriously think about doing this, could I? I’d said yes to Charlotte, but that was under pressure. Now, as Frown washed his naked body with the same shower gel I used on mine, as his clothes tumbled in our dryer, and as my foot still tingled with the feeling of crushing his testicles, the absurdity of all of this seeped in.
    I began to laugh and couldn’t stop.
    The rumble of Lena’s car engine in the driveway shook me out of my thoughts. I heard a car door slam, Attila bark, Lena call out to someone, and then— 
    “Why is Mrs. Wilmer standing out there like a member of a SWAT team surveying a hostage situation?” she asked, eyebrow cocked, her suit wrinkled and shirt collar stained with a thin line of coffee.
    “Well....”
    She froze, her ear turning toward the upstairs. “Is someone showering?” In that exact instant, the water went off.
    “No.”
    “Maggie!” she whispered, the sound furtive and laden with meaning. “Do you have a man here?”
    We both swiftly turned our heads toward the upstairs as a door clicked open. The sound of footsteps on carpet followed. Tyler appeared, his hair wet, his colorful skin on display, because he was only wearing a bath towel tucked around his waist.
    “Holy mother,” Lena said under her breath.
    I shot her a nasty look that might as well have screamed, Mine . 
    At least she could breathe. I, on the other hand, lost the ability.
    “Oh. Uh, hi.” Tyler gave Lena an awkward look. “I’m Tyler.”
    Lena smiled nice and wide, her dimples showing in triplicate. “Hi, Tyler. I’m Lena. Maggie’s sister.”
    He walked down the stairs slowly, the towel nearly slipping. He caught it and acted as if there were nothing at all out of the norm about parading around my parents’ house wearing a small piece of terrycloth in front of me and Lena.
    “My clothes dry?” he asked me, his face pleasant but not smiling.
    “Um....”
    Lena bit back a laugh.
    “Where’s the dryer?” 
    Lena pointed. I had become a statue, completely entranced by the way his tats danced on the strong curves of his muscled chest and arms.
    He walked into the little laundry room off the back of the kitchen where his clothes went Kathunk. Kathunk. Kathunk .
    Like my heart.
    “You finally decide to sleep with someone and that’s who you pick? You have some fine taste, sis,” Lena said in a conspirator’s voice.
    I hit her shoulder. “I’m not sleeping with him.”
    “Then can I have him?”
    “Shut up! And you’re supposed to be gay!”
    “Doesn’t mean I can’t admire.” She snorted. “If you’re not sleeping with him, why is he naked in our house?” 
    She had me there.
    “It’s a long story.” I frowned. “And I need to borrow your car.”
    “For what?”
    “To drive to L.A.”
    Lena’s eyes went wide with surprise, then narrowed with suspicion. “I need cookies for this conversation.”
    “I need alcohol.”
    “You got any coffee?” asked a deep baritone. Tyler came back from the laundry room dressed in his mostly-dry clothes, finger-combing his wet hair. He was barefoot and, as I now knew, commando, the faded denim jeans all worn and sculpted to fit his hips and ass.
    “We have coffee!” Lena said brightly. “What can I make you? An espresso, a latte, a cappuccino, or—”
    “Just coffee. thanks.”
    Perplexed, Lena watched him like he was an