CHAPTER 31

“I handled it just fine until I ended up playing personal assistant to three-quarters of Dirty J.” She frowned. “Is it like that everywhere you go? The girls all the time?”

“You got caught up in that? Shit. They get . . . excited.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Do girls often hand Aiden their underwear with their number scrawled inside?”

My lips tugged up into a huge grin. “More often than you’d think.”

“Classy.” She rolled her eyes. “Got any of your own?”

“None that didn’t find their way into either the trash or my brothers’ pockets before I got back to my room.”

I never took numbers. I never wanted numbers. Not theirs.

“Really? I don’t believe that.”

I shrugged. “You don’t have to, princess.”

“Good thing, too,” she murmured, sipping her coffee. “Anyway. I shouldn’t have said what I did last night. It was out of order, so was pretending to go on a date with Bray. I’m sorry.”

“I’d be apologizing for the shorts, personally.” My minds flashed back to that morning.

And my eyes dropped to her hips,