She relaxes into it almost immediately, pressing her face against Jeff’s flannel-clad chest. She’d almost started taking it for granted in the past six months or so, being able to trust an adult man enough to let him this close. After meeting the men here—-yeah, they all seem pretty okay, but they’re not Jeff, and there are so fucking many of them.

“I’ve got some fucking great news,” she says to his shirt. “There’s like, ten billion guys here and I’m pretty sure ninety percent of them are single. And most of them have your whole dad-hot vibe going on. Well, except Logan, but he’s a dick anyway.”