“Well, how was he?” Tabitha asked from her perch at the desk outside my office.

“Who?” I asked, irrationally fearful that I’d somehow let it slip about my new roommate.

“The candidate, Ben,” she said.

“Oh, right.” I nodded. “He was . . . okay.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed.”

I cleared my throat. “Fine. I have an early lunch today with a friend. I’ll see you later.” I discarded Ben’s résumé and interview folder on my desk, grabbed my purse, and hightailed it from the office.

Once Allie and I were seated at our favorite casual soup-and-salad restaurant, she grinned at me like she was in on a secret I wasn’t.

“Well . . .” she prompted, raising her brows. “How did your first night with your new roomie go?” Allie giggled, smiling as she watched me.

Did he tell her about our late-night run-in? The one in which he was butt-naked? My underarms began to sweat. I faked a breezy smile as my brain screamed at me to lie. So I did.

“Uneventful.”

“Good, so it should work out fine between you two.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“That’s a relief. I know Cannon’s a grown man, but I still worry about him, you know? He’s worked so hard to get where he is, and after everything he’s been through, he deserves a break.”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” Seemingly unable to string together more than two incoherent syllables, I grabbed my menu and started reading over the lunch specials.

“James bid on tickets to a charity gala this weekend. You think you and Cannon would like to go?”

“Me and Cannon?” I almost squeaked. What did that mean? Like, as a date? Did she think there was something between us?

“Sure, why not? The three of us should do something fun—get the dream team back together, y’know? Now that he’s transferred here to Michigan, I feel like I need to make up for some lost time with him.”

Oh, she meant going as a group. I felt both relieved and very stupid. Get a grip, Paige . . . Then my brain caught up with the rest of what she’d said.

“Wait, just us three? What about James?” I asked. Wasn’t he the one who’d won the tickets in the first place?

She shook her head, frowning. “He’s got to work this weekend.”

Her fiancé was a real estate agent and spent a lot of evenings and weekends working. It was fine by me, because it meant Allie and I got to spend a lot of girl time together.

“Sure, I’m free.” I returned to reading my menu, but inwardly, I was still freaking out. Would Allie suspect my attraction for her brother? Would she be able to read it all over my face as soon as I looked at Cannon? For that matter, might Cannon give the game away? He hadn’t exactly been subtle about wanting to fuck me . . .

The waiter came by and we ordered, and then it took me a moment to realize Allie was speaking to me.

“Have you signed up yet?” she asked.

“For?” I chewed on my lip, wondering exactly how much of this conversation I’d missed while having dirty thoughts about her brother. I’m a terrible friend.

“The new dating app I told you about.”

I groaned. That app wasn’t for dating so much as no-strings-attached hookups. But I didn’t think Allie had gotten that memo along with the rest of America. Before she’d met James, Allie had found some success with it, going out with four different guys in as many weeks—and spilling all the juicy details about each encounter. Even though she was in a serious relationship now, that didn’t stop her from wanting to live vicariously through me.

“I know you ultimately want to find true love one day . . . we all do. But this is just practice. While you’re waiting for Mr. Right, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy some hot sex.”

“I don’t know, Allie. I’m not really comfortable with the idea of banging a perfect stranger.”

“He wouldn’t be a stranger. You’d e-mail, text, and chat first. Nothing would happen until you were comfortable.”

I fiddled with my napkin while I felt Allie’s gaze on me. My last relationship had ended over a year ago, and I hadn’t been with anyone since my ex. I knew she was trying to help me—and God knew how badly I craved sex sometimes—but it was still irritating to feel like the subject of an emergency intervention.

Did she think all my problems would go away if I jumped on some magical healing cock? A one-night stand wouldn’t be helpful or even fun for me; I just wasn’t wired like that. I’d be a nervous wreck, convinced I was going to end up on the evening news because my date was a serial killer, or worse, that he’d see the dimples in my butt and freak out.

She leaned in closer and placed her hand over mine. “It’s just to get you back on the horse. I worry about you sometimes, Paigey. All you do is work these days.”

I went to the gym sometimes too, but I doubted that was going to get her off my back. “I’ll think about it,” I said as two massive salads were delivered to our table. Seriously, who could eat this much salad?

I felt my to-do list growing. Not only did I need to resist Cannon’s charms, but I needed to find a way to keep Allie off my back about dating, go to a charity gala with her and my new secret crush without her discovering anything, and choose a new office manager at work. My stomach tightened, and I pushed the uneaten salad around on my plate.