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Authors: Elizabeth Nelson
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wild hyenas. Dew moved with a purposeful stride and I squirmed, feeling very pursued.
A few feet from the table, he grinned and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Told you.”
I grinned. “So you did.”
Kerri leaned across the table and shoved Jesse. “Move. They’ re going to sign her cast.”
Jesse looked at me, then Dew, and then surveyed the entire rugby team. “Hey guys.”
Dew leaned forward and bumped Jesse’s knuckles. “You sounded great last week, man.”
“Thanks. You guys taking the Conference this year?” Jesse stood and took a step back, leaning an elbow against the neighboring booth.
Dew pulled a sharpie from his front pocket. “That’s the plan.”
Jesse nodded. “Right on.”
I eased my leg onto the bench and scooted toward the end to give Dew and the team plenty of space to spread their muscles— and signatures.
Dew tapped Jesse’s inscription with his index finger, making my leg wiggle, then gave Jesse a sideways glance. I didn’t have to look at Jesse to know his chest just puffed an entire shirt size. Dew answered in kind.
Fantastic, a peacock strutting contest, right here over my omelet.
Dew wasn’t as overt, choosing only to scribe his name and rugby number. I glanced up long enough to catch Jesse’s glare, then down to my cast. I blinked. Okay, maybe Dew wasn’t as subtle as I thought—he’d added his phone number too.
He handed the sharpie to the next player in line and I was the intense scrutiny of fifteen of the dreamiest— gawd, was that even still a word? —fit bodies I’d ever been that close to. My cast looked like a kid’s autographed rugby ball by the time they finished. Dew pushed back through the crowd and tapped the tabletop with the tip of his marker. “Don’t be shy about using that number. We practice every afternoon, but otherwise, I’m around.”
I stared up at him—looking like a complete idiot, I’m sure—and nodded. “I will.”
The player who’d been flirting up Kerri winked at her and she ducked her head. Good grief, we were acting like complete groupies.
They left and I could almost feel Jesse bristling and gnashing over my shoulder. What was his problem? I’d been super clear from the beginning that we weren’t going anywhere. There was absolutely nothing wrong with me crushing on a hardbody.
He moved to the end of the table and I looked up from my cast. He scowled at my fingers resting on Dew’s number and opened his mouth, then shut it again. The muscle in his jaw clenched.
I notched my chin higher.
His gaze lingered on my lips, then lifted. I arched an eyebrow, daring him to comment. Instead of taking the challenge, he drummed the tabletop and turned. “Catch you later.”
He stopped the waitress and said something. She turned up the wattage of her smile, then glanced at our table and nodded. He pulled a bill from his wallet and handed it to her. I think she tried to give him change, but he shook his head, then left.
Kerri cleared her throat. “Well, that was awkward.”
I straightened and swung my cast to the floor. “It shouldn’t be—or wouldn’t be–if he’d bother to listen.”
“You can’t blame him, Sash.” Kerri pushed her plate back. “Especially after—”
“Do. Not.” I didn’t even remotely want to revisit the texts.
She huffed. “Well, it’s true.”
“Texting under the influence gets an automatic pass.”
She scrunched her nose.
“Please,” I stabbed my last forkful of egg. “If you had to answer for every one of your drunk texts . . .”
“Alright, alright.” She laughed.
“That rugby boy is super cute.”
Her eyes widened. “Which one?”
We laughed.
CHAPTER 6
Back at the house, Kerri curled up with her geography notes and I worked on conjugating French verbs until my eyes blurred. Clouds obscured the sky and a light rain ushered in the afternoon. When I couldn’t keep my eyes open I tossed my notes on the coffee table and eased myself upright. A cool breeze
A few feet from the table, he grinned and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Told you.”
I grinned. “So you did.”
Kerri leaned across the table and shoved Jesse. “Move. They’ re going to sign her cast.”
Jesse looked at me, then Dew, and then surveyed the entire rugby team. “Hey guys.”
Dew leaned forward and bumped Jesse’s knuckles. “You sounded great last week, man.”
“Thanks. You guys taking the Conference this year?” Jesse stood and took a step back, leaning an elbow against the neighboring booth.
Dew pulled a sharpie from his front pocket. “That’s the plan.”
Jesse nodded. “Right on.”
I eased my leg onto the bench and scooted toward the end to give Dew and the team plenty of space to spread their muscles— and signatures.
Dew tapped Jesse’s inscription with his index finger, making my leg wiggle, then gave Jesse a sideways glance. I didn’t have to look at Jesse to know his chest just puffed an entire shirt size. Dew answered in kind.
Fantastic, a peacock strutting contest, right here over my omelet.
Dew wasn’t as overt, choosing only to scribe his name and rugby number. I glanced up long enough to catch Jesse’s glare, then down to my cast. I blinked. Okay, maybe Dew wasn’t as subtle as I thought—he’d added his phone number too.
He handed the sharpie to the next player in line and I was the intense scrutiny of fifteen of the dreamiest— gawd, was that even still a word? —fit bodies I’d ever been that close to. My cast looked like a kid’s autographed rugby ball by the time they finished. Dew pushed back through the crowd and tapped the tabletop with the tip of his marker. “Don’t be shy about using that number. We practice every afternoon, but otherwise, I’m around.”
I stared up at him—looking like a complete idiot, I’m sure—and nodded. “I will.”
The player who’d been flirting up Kerri winked at her and she ducked her head. Good grief, we were acting like complete groupies.
They left and I could almost feel Jesse bristling and gnashing over my shoulder. What was his problem? I’d been super clear from the beginning that we weren’t going anywhere. There was absolutely nothing wrong with me crushing on a hardbody.
He moved to the end of the table and I looked up from my cast. He scowled at my fingers resting on Dew’s number and opened his mouth, then shut it again. The muscle in his jaw clenched.
I notched my chin higher.
His gaze lingered on my lips, then lifted. I arched an eyebrow, daring him to comment. Instead of taking the challenge, he drummed the tabletop and turned. “Catch you later.”
He stopped the waitress and said something. She turned up the wattage of her smile, then glanced at our table and nodded. He pulled a bill from his wallet and handed it to her. I think she tried to give him change, but he shook his head, then left.
Kerri cleared her throat. “Well, that was awkward.”
I straightened and swung my cast to the floor. “It shouldn’t be—or wouldn’t be–if he’d bother to listen.”
“You can’t blame him, Sash.” Kerri pushed her plate back. “Especially after—”
“Do. Not.” I didn’t even remotely want to revisit the texts.
She huffed. “Well, it’s true.”
“Texting under the influence gets an automatic pass.”
She scrunched her nose.
“Please,” I stabbed my last forkful of egg. “If you had to answer for every one of your drunk texts . . .”
“Alright, alright.” She laughed.
“That rugby boy is super cute.”
Her eyes widened. “Which one?”
We laughed.
CHAPTER 6
Back at the house, Kerri curled up with her geography notes and I worked on conjugating French verbs until my eyes blurred. Clouds obscured the sky and a light rain ushered in the afternoon. When I couldn’t keep my eyes open I tossed my notes on the coffee table and eased myself upright. A cool breeze
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