But then, she felt like a whore. Was she that obsessed with sex? Did she need it that badly to actually feel like he wanted her? Was she pathetic? Because the guy was good to her. Always reassuring her, always there for her, and just all-around great. But the thing holding her back was sex? That was pitiful. She was pathetic. Still, she felt like he didn’t want her because he wasn’t attracted to her. Yeah, he kissed her, but he kissed her mom. Maybe not like he kissed Wren, but still. It was fucking with her. Yeah, it was her fault she was insecure, she understood that. She was the one with the issues, but she just wanted to know that he thought she was attractive, that he wasn’t doing this out of pity. His words weren’t enough; she was used to words that usually became lies. She wanted action. More action. She wanted him.

All of him.

“So we go next week to find out what we’re having,” Brie said then, and Wren set her phone down, looking over at her friend. They were just lying on the couch, playing on their phones. It was completely silly, but they were good. It was nice to have a friend she could just lie around with and not need to talk to fill the silence.

“That’s great! It’s weird. The baby looks all strange and stuff.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be,” Brie laughed, but her eyes were so full of excitement. “I think we’re going to bring Rodney. He wants to come.”

Wren lit up. “Aw, he’d love that.”

Brie nodded in agreement. “He is excited, told me I had to name the baby Rodney Jr. even if it’s a girl.”

“That seems legit,” Wren teased, and Brie giggled.

“That’s what I said.” They both laughed as Brie looked over at her. Waggling her brows, she said, “So you two looked supercozy yesterday.”

Wren smiled, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess.”

“Still holding back?”

Wren scoffed. “Of course I am. I don’t believe in this shit. It doesn’t happen for girls like me.”

“You know, I used to think that.”

Wren pulled her brows together. “What? You?”

Brie was gorgeous. Like drop-dead beautiful with the cutest little body and the greatest smile. She was a knockout. “Yes, me! Love didn’t come easy, and I tried so hard. So many horrid speed-dating things and shit like that. It took some asshole hockey player, one I never thought I would be interested in, to be there for me. He didn’t have to be, but he loved Rodney like I do, and next thing you know, I fell. Even when he didn’t fall.”

“My situation is so different from yours, Brie. Jensen didn’t want this.”

Brie made a face, turning so her body was facing Wren’s. “Who says he didn’t?”

“I do.”

“Wren, come on. You’re not that oblivious, are you?”

Wren’s heart jumped up into her throat, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He’s had a thing for you for as long as I’ve known him, and according to everyone else, even before.”

Wren rolled her eyes. “That’s not true. Wells said the same thing, but if that was the case, why hasn’t anything happened?” She cleared her throat. “I’ve known him forever, okay? I flirted with him when we were younger, and he ignored me. Then when we were older, after that whore left him, I put the moves on him again, and nothing. If he had a ‘thing’ for me, why didn’t he try anything?”

Brie shrugged. “I don’t know that answer. Maybe that’s something you should ask him.”

Wren laughed. “Yeah, I’ll be like, ‘Hey, Jenny, heard you had a thing for me. Is it true? And why didn’t you try anything before?’”

“Yes!” Brie laughed, holding her hands out to Wren. “Ask him. He’ll be honest.”

But she shook her head, not believing any of it. It just didn’t make sense. “If that were the case, then he had plenty of chances to get in my pants, and he never did it.”

“Maybe because he didn’t want to just get in your pants,” Brie suggested, holding Wren’s gaze. “Maybe he wanted more, and now he’s got it.”

Wren shook her head once more. “That’s stupid. It isn’t like that. He’s doing this to help me, and he’s too honorable and proud to let it fail.”

Brie made a face. “I don’t think that at all.”

When the front door opened, they both looked up to see Vaughn enter with arms full of bags of food. “Why did I go to the store if Lucy isn’t even here yet?” he asked as he shut the door. When he turned, seeing Wren, he made a face. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Vaughn!”

“What? It’s weird.”

“You’re so dumb. We are friends. Like besties,” Wren said, leaning into Brie.

“It’s true. Look, Jo! I finally have a friend,” Brie exclaimed, and her man rolled his eyes.

“Exactly. I don’t have to depend on you guys, I have a girlfriend now,” Wren said then, and Vaughn was not happy.

“I don’t trust you two. At all.”

“Don’t be jealous, lovebug,” Wren called to him, and he rolled his eyes as they both laughed. “He’s such a brat.”

“He sure is,” Brie agreed, leaning back into the couch. “He just doesn’t like that we can team up against him.”

“Exactly.”

“You two have never had a midget and a crazy person come at you,” Vaughn called from the kitchen, and they both snickered.

“You’re the midget, I assume?” Wren asked.

“Which means you’re the crazy person,” Brie added. “Should we kill him now or later?”

Wren shrugged. “I’m comfortable.”

“Me too,” Brie decided, and they both smiled as Vaughn grumbled in the kitchen. “Love slave, bring us snacks.”

He laughed. “Kiss my ass. Both of you.”

They both smiled. As Brie laid her head against the couch, she looked over at Wren, and she did the same. “Why the hell is my dog put up?” Vaughn hollered.

Looking toward the kitchen as Tricksie barreled out toward them, Brie shook her head. “She doesn’t know personal space, and Lucy is gonna be here soon.”