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“Maybe it was just me…but Nanette sort of see not to pull any punches

“Picked up on that, huh?” she says with a laugh, but then her expression sobers slightly “But that wasn’t a question”

“I guess I’m curious as to why you’re friends with her” My hand squeezes her knee “You two couldn’t be more different”

It took only half an hour of watching and I knew the type of woestively, pulled her mirror out of her purse twice to put on lipstick and fluff her hair, also checking out every other aspect of her face If the guys tried to include Brooke in the conversation, Nanette would interject and turn the spotlight right back onto herself She was conceited, and to htly vapid, yet she tried to overcompensate for what she lacked upstairs with her looks

“We worked together for over five years,” Brooke explains “We went out together soht, often with other work people Had lunch at other times She was a friend A coworker But eren’t close I think you knohat I et close to other females”

“Because her self-estee the attention taken away from her,” I conclude “So why in the hell would she come visit?”

Brooke shrugs “I expect it’s so she could take a few days off, have a free place to stay, and have access to hot hockey players”

“How long is she staying?” I ask

“A week,” she returns with a groan, and leans back against the headboard, lacing her fingers over her stomach She rolls her head to look at me “Let’s hope she stays with Dax the whole time”

Chuckling, I nod toward her nightstand “Turn your light out”

She does, and then I’ her into my arms as we settle down into the pillows I’ve found I like her slight frales in before twining her legs with mine

Reaching an arhtens around my stomach

It’s silent for ato sleep right now I still have one thing I need to talk to her about