Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Tell us the best and worst thing about your current sex life.

I lifted an incredulous eyebrow at Brody, who sat back against the couch with crossed arms looking smug as could be. Liza seemed like she’d rather be getting skinned alive than live through the likely mortifying answer, and Charlotte excused herself to grab more tequila from the freezer.

Olivia hid a nervous laugh by clearing her throat repeatedly and eyeing Brody in shock.

Was she serious? I’m a pro at making people uncomfortable. Two could play this game.

“Well, I guess the worst part about it is it’s non-existent right now.” I always like to begin with the bad news first; leaving things on a good note is more my style.

“Ah. No girlfriend, then?” The ray of hope in her expression both amused and pissed me off.

“How are you so sure I’m gay?” I challenged, winking sarcastically and scooting up f