Page 27 of Player For Hire

“He’s got muscles everywhere, Iona. Like everywhere.”

Her lids lowered as her mouth slid into a wide smile. “Which muscles are we discussing here?”

I nibbled on my lower lip. “I wasn’t rude enough to ogle.” Much. Except when I’d had my hand on his chest, and goodness, there was a lot going on under that ancient T-shirt.

“Be rude. They don’t mind ogling us, that’s for sure.”

I couldn’t believe it didn’t occur to me before, but I had to ask. “Um, do you know exactly what’s going on there?”

Iona’s eyebrow arched. “Like did I get Colder naked?”

Could a face flame harder? Or a neck? “I mean, he’s right next door and very hot.”

“True. No, not sure why we never did to be honest.” She shrugged. “Then it was just weird that we hadn’t made a move on each other and now he’s firmly in the friend zone.”

I glanced at my rapidly dwindling glass of wine. “I’m sure you could change that.”

“I suppose I could if I wanted to. I don’t think he’s into someone like me.”

“Who’s not into you, Iona?”

She laughed. “Oh, you’d be surprised. But that’s not the issue at hand.”

“I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t…”

“God, no.” Iona snorted. “I’m not into him, anyway. Definitely not now that he’s been giving you the eye or the tongue.”

“No tongue yet. Not that I’d know what to do with it,” I muttered.

“Then you definitely need to hit that.”

I rolled my eyes. “You sound like a guy.”

“Look, sex is fun. And I really like it. Even more importantly, you should at least have one wild fling with a guy like Colder. He’ll teach you a lot about yourself.” She took a sip, then she narrowed her eyes. “Why didn’t you kiss him, anyway?”

“We got interrupted by another one of our neighbors.”

“Oh. Bad timing. Alexa, play ‘Meet Me in the Hallway’ by Harry Styles.”

I laughed. “You’re such an ass.”

“I’d meet Harry in the hallway.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Talk about a moody, sexy song. Rawr.”

“Pretty sure no one would say no to Harry—at least not a girl with a pulse.”

“Damn right. So who interrupted you? Do I have to kick their ass?”

“Eric…no, Eli.”

“Oh, our hottie lawyer. He has that stern look about him that makes you wonder what’s going on under all those expensive suits.” She swished the last of her wine around in her glass. “I do appreciate his fashion sense, though.”

“I didn’t notice. I mean…vaguely, I saw he was tall and dark and probably handsome, but I was so embarrassed, all I did was run down to our door.”

“You ran?”

“Again, shut up.”

Iona cackled as she refilled our glasses. “What we’re going to do is get drunk and watch Criminal Minds. Then we’re going to devise a plan to get Colder naked.”