Lynn had to laugh. “I’m not doing that!”
“Why not? You’re officially single again—what better way to celebrate than to hook up with the hottest guy on the planet?” Suz paused. “Actually, the title of ‘hottest guy on the planet’ might be a two-way tie. Because damn, his pal is not hard on the eyes, either.”
Since she wasn’t directly facing their table, Lynn had to discreetly shift her head in order to study Parker’s friend. Her breath instantly hitched when she got a better look.
Yep, the new guy was equally delicious, and he didn’t waste a single second before his gaze locked on hers. A dark brow cocked enticingly, leaving no doubt in her mind this guy was always ready for a good time. Sensuality rolled off his lean, muscular body in spades, and Lynn was surprised to feel her body respond to the playful twinkle in his eyes.
Her gaze moved on to Parker, and she was startled again, because she found him looking right back. His expression was more serious than his friend’s but no less seductive. Those moss-green eyes burned her face, sending ripples of heat shooting through her body before settling between her legs.
Oh boy. She might not be a big believer in fate, but she sure believed in chemistry—and right now, a ridiculous amount of mutual attraction was combusting the air.
“I didn’t come here to hook up with anyone,” she said with a sigh. “I mean, I haven’t even officially ended it with Phil yet.”
“Yeah, explain that to me again? Because in my humble opinion, you should have stormed into Philandering Phil’s office hours ago and dumped his ass.” Suz tapped her red-painted fingernails on the tabletop, her eyes narrowed with accusation.
Lynn absently traced the rim of her empty shot glass, the urge for another mouthful of tequila overtaking her. “He went to lunch with his boss, and I didn’t get a chance to see him all day. I was busy working on the weekend layout.”
She raised her hand at their waitress, trying to get the woman’s attention.
“Bullcrap,” Suz retorted. “You’re a pansy when it comes to breakups. Remember in senior year when you wanted to dump Mike the Maggot? It took you three weeks to gather the courage, then you did it by shoving a note into his locker.” A pause. “Hey, can I see your phone for a sec? My battery died and I want to check my email.”
Distracted, Lynn slid her iPhone across the table and continued to try to catch the waitress’s attention. She finally succeeded, gesturing to their glasses and signaling for another round of shots. Lynn turned back in time to see Suz hold the phone up triumphantly.
“It’s dialing,” she declared.
Her friend’s barely restrained smirk sparked panic in Lynn’s gut. “What? What did you do?”
She snatched the phone, her frantic gaze landing on the screen to discover Suz had called Phil. Lynn was about to jam a finger on the end button when Phil’s voice came out of the speaker.
“Hello, Lynn. I was about to call you.”
With a murderous glare, she covered the mouthpiece and snapped at her best friend. “Unacceptable! I’ll get you for this, Susanna Lorraine Jones. Mark my words!”
Suz sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to answer, fine. But you deserve so much better than him.”
Her annoyance dissolved at the sincerity in her friend’s expression. With a sigh of her own, she brought the phone to her ear, catching the tail end of Phil’s remark. The asshole hadn’t even noticed she hadn’t said hello yet.
“—important lunch meeting. Otherwise I would have come down to have lunch with you.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she cut in. “I was busy myself. I wouldn’t have been able to see you, anyway.”
“Are you still working on the digital do-hickey?” Phil sounded suspicious. “I thought we decided it was a waste of time.”
Her jaw tensed. “No, you decided my program was a waste of time, but you’re not an expert in formatting.”
Across the table, Suz was gaping at her, which made Lynn realize now was not the time to argue about work.
“But it’s not the program that kept me busy,” she said stiffly. “I had a very enlightening day, Phil. See, I was taking a stroll on the third floor, just happened to walk by a supply closet, and you’ll never guess who I saw coming out of it.”
Phil went quiet.
Suz snorted.
“Look…Lynn…” Phil spoke again, his tone lined with wariness. “I don’t know where you’re going with this—”
“Oh, you don’t? I guess I’ll have to make myself more clear—you were fooling around with another woman.” The bold accusation startled even her. She wasn’t usually so direct, at least not when it came to relationship conflicts.
“That’s categorically untrue! Look, I don’t know what Alana told you, but she’s clearly lying.”