Chapter 8

“Fifty percent? How so?”

Abe huffed out an irritated sigh. “Fifty percent of the population, Ben. That’s what he meant.”

“Fifty—oh, wait! You think he meant I should consider men too?”

Connor laughed, and Abe frowned at me like I’d failed the easiest math test in the world. Damn, did I feel stupid.

Men? Should I consider maybe my perfect match was a man?

They had to be kidding. Didn’t they?

* * * *

After the first rally, Mitch invited himself to another one, as well as to poker games and other places I went with the guys. He was slowly becoming one of the gang and my new best friend, sort of. We still had this thing between us, this thing that I couldn’t figure out for the life of me. But I liked having him hang around. It sure beat me having to ask him if he wanted to come along. This whole dating versus two guys hanging out business was just too confusing.