Size Matters by Stephanie Haefner Page A

matter?”
    “I don’t know. He’s our friend. And he was Johnny’s friend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”
    “I guess I won’t know until I try.” Bryn hopped off the bar stool. “You finish sexting with Oliver while I go talk to Thor.”
    “Bryn . . .”
    “Mia, I’m fine.” She walked away, realizing her panties were moist. Was it all the sex talk, helping Mia find her inner dirty girl, or thinking about Thor and what was inside his pants?
    “Seize any fake IDs tonight?” Bryn asked as she approached him.
    “Not tonight. But on the weekends I usually confiscate a few.”
    She stepped closer, inhaling whatever manly cologne he was wearing. It was subtle without knocking her over like he’d bathed in it. “When we were kids, no one looked twice at our fakes. Mia and I started drinking in this same bar when we were seventeen.”
    “Yeah. Me, too, but things have changed a lot since then.” With no more patrons to check, he sat back on his stool.
    “Maybe. But some things haven’t.” Bryn liked that he was now on her level, instead of having to look up at him. And she was closer to those tasty-looking lips. “You’re just as hot as you were back then.”
    He stilled and his eyes bugged. “Not me. You look amazing, though.”
    He crossed his arms, then uncrossed them, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt. Had she made this tower of sexy manliness nervous? “Thanks.” And all it did was make her want to calm him, kiss him, wrap her arms around him and see what all those muscles felt like moving beneath her fingertips.
    Bryn tossed her hair back and straightened her shoulders, pushing out her boobs a little more. “So, are you seeing anyone right now?”
    “Uh. No.”
    “Really? A sexy guy like you doesn’t have a gaggle of women clamoring for his attention?”
    The left side of his mouth curled into a smile. “No.”
    “I’m shocked.” Bryn rubbed her hand on his thigh. Nice and hard.
    “I don’t want a ton of girls anyway. I just want one special girl.”
    I can be your special girl. For one night, anyway. “Aw. That’s so sweet.”
    A tap on her shoulder. “Bryn.”
    Mia, the freakin’ vagina blocker. She had hot sex to go home to. Why did she feel the need to prevent Bryn from getting some, too? “Yes?”
    “I think it’s time for us to leave.”
    Bryn glanced at the clock above the bar. Damn it. Her hour of freedom was up. She turned back to Thor. “Maybe I’ll see you again soon.”
    They walked out of the bar and Bryn barely took two steps on the sidewalk before Mia started. “What were you doing back there?”
    “Trying to get laid.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m horny. And lonely. I just want to find someone, okay? You have Oliver. I have no one.”
    “It’ll happen. You don’t need to throw yourself on every available man.”
    “I wasn’t. And we’ve known Thor for years. It’s not like I was talking up some stranger.” Bryn stepped to the driver’s-side door of her minivan, so ready to get away from Mia and her judginess. “Besides, you’re not my keeper. I can have sex with whoever I want.”
    “Yeah, you can. But I’m your best friend, and part of that job description includes preventing my friend from making a mistake. I’m all for you getting together with Thor, if that’s really what you want, but don’t go off and have a quickie in the parking lot just because your lady bits are tingling.”
    If there was ever a way to break the tension between them, it was Mia and her choice of words. Bryn couldn’t contain herself. “ ‘Lady bits’? Seriously? And they’re doing a whole lot more than tingling. They’re freaking on fire.”
    A smile broke across Mia’s face, too. “You might want to have that looked at.”
    Bryn stepped back toward her friend and gave her a hug. “Thanks. You’re right. I don’t want casual sex. Well . . . maybe a little. But I’ll go home and have it with my toys instead.”
    “Good choice.” Mia loosened her