Devin.
Ah shit, no. Not Devin!Wren’s inner voice cried out, at once appalled and full of warning. You call that guy and you know it’ll mean trouble. You just know it. For one, Devin is a sex addict. You learned that when you and he dated way back when, and the bliss of your new love lasted only long enough for Devin’s head to be turned by another bulging basket and tight ass, which was about a week. But damn if he wasn’t cute, so you stuck with him, betrayal after betrayal. Even after you caught him in bed with the next-door neighbor. You even agreed, quite rashly, to attempt to have an open relationship with the guy, way against your better judgment. That worked until you got the gift from Devin that keeps on giving—crabs. At least it was something curable…