Free Just a Kiss: The Bradfords, Book 5 by Erin Nicholas

yeah.”
    “And you’re getting the annulment fixed up?” Mac asked.
    “Yep. On Friday.” He hoped. He had to call the lawyer before he’d know for sure.
    “It’s a long time until Friday.” Sam leaned back with a wide grin, draping an arm across the back of the couch.
    Kevin frowned. It really wasn’t. Three days. There wasn’t much chance of anything happening between now and then. Especially if he avoided her like the plague. Which seemed…unlikely.
    He didn’t say a word though. With these guys, the best options were staying quiet or duct taping their mouths.
    “Hey, Dooley, how long did it take you to get wrapped around Morgan’s finger?” Sam asked.
    Dooley looked like he was concentrating hard on the video game, but he answered, “Looking back now? Probably an hour.”
    Sam chuckled. “Yeah, it took Danika one night to make me nuts.”
    “It was about five minutes for me,” Mac said. “The second Sara climbed on my lap at Sam’s wedding and laid that kiss on me I knew—”
    “No one asked you,” Sam said with a frown. He turned to Kevin. “So, three days is like an eternity for her to get under your skin.”
    “Not gonna happen.” Kevin tipped his soda can back for a nonchalant drink. “I’m probably not even going to see her until the meeting with the lawyer,” he said after he’d swallowed—also nonchalantly. “And even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.”
    Dooley glanced over from his game. “Dude, we were there, remember? We saw how you looked at her. You’re a goner if she so much as smiles within ten feet of you.”
    “So I’ll have to stay more than ten feet away from her.” How hard could that be?
    “It’s gonna be hard to kiss her from more than ten feet away,” Sam said, watching Dooley maneuver his way through some maze of buildings and cars on screen.
    “Kiss her?” Kevin frowned at him. “Why the hell would I kiss her?”
    He should go in the other room. He should avoid this conversation entirely. Because deep down he was hoping his buddies could give him a really good reason to do just that.
    “Do you remember what underwear she was wearing the first time you went far enough to see it?” Mac asked.
    The question seemed out of left field but Kevin knew these guys—Mac was leading up to something. He shouldn’t answer. He should go into the kitchen. Or leave the house entirely. Or kick their asses out. He should not be thinking about Eve’s underwear.
    Instead, he said, “Cotton panties. White with blue flowers.”
    Mac smiled and nodded. “Nice.”
    Kevin sighed. “So?”
    “So, how many women have there been since Eve?”
    He didn’t have an exact number. “Lots.”
    “I’ll bet you’ve seen your share of panties.”
    “Um, yeah.” They knew he’d seen his more than his share of all of it.
    “Do you remember any details about them? Or which woman wore what?” Mac asked.
    Kevin sighed. “No. What’s your point?” But he was pretty sure he knew.
    “That this woman matters. Still. More than any other ever has.”
    Kevin slumped back into the couch cushions. Dammit. Still he said, “So?”
    “So, that’s worth at least finding out if her panties are still sweet cotton or if she’s got some silk and lace going on now.”
    Kevin started to push himself up off the couch. Yeah, this conversation was not where he should be right now.
    “I’ll tell you right now that I’m gonna start saying grace at all my meals since I’ve seen how good boys are rewarded,” Sam said.
    Kevin paused with his ass two inches off the cushion. “What do you mean?”
    Sam glanced over. “You’ve been minding your manners, right? Celibate, devout, all that stuff. Well, you must have made an impression on the Big Guy because now, suddenly, right in front of you, is the love of your life, and she wants you back, and you’re married to her.” He chuckled. “She’s the one you want and she’s the one woman on the face of the earth you can have without any fire