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Authors: Beth Ehemann
Tags: Humor, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, Sports
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curls, the more comfortable my couch got and I let sleep take over.
A wet nose grazed my forehead, but I swatted it away. My eyelids felt like they were glued shut, refusing to budge and I was in no rush to force them open. I lay there listening to the sounds of the city rushing by my window, when my phone vibrated from the kitchen counter.
“What do you think, Diesel? You think that’s a text from her?” Diesel yawned and walked back to his bed, unimpressed. “Yeah, you’re right, she probably hates me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my elbows on my knees. I took my time getting off the couch. I was in no rush to read a nasty message calling me a liar or see a picture of my jersey cut up in pieces on her bedroom floor. The idea of my jersey being on her floor was definitely exciting, but more in a trail-like fashion with her panties right next to it.
I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed my phone, both relieved and disappointed to see it was a text from Andy.
LET’S MAKE IT 5:00, I’M STARVING. SHAW.
I couldn’t help myself, I texted back…
YOU JUST WANT TO SEE ME SOONER. I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU SEXY BEAST.
I was groggy as hell and needed to wake up. “All right, D, we have just enough time for a quick jog before I gotta get in the shower.”
Diesel raised his brows and glared at me from his dog bed, not budging.
“Come on, lazy ass!” I shouted as I grabbed his leash from the hook by the fridge. The metallic clinging of the chain excited Diesel as he jumped off his bed and bounced over to me. I bent down, secured the leash to his collar and out the door we went.
It was early June and the air was still crisp and comfortable, perfect jogging weather. I walked a few blocks from my condo to Lake Calhoun, popped my ear buds in, and Diesel and I took off. The lake was crowded today … people jogging, out on the lake in paddleboats, picnicking. I ran past two teenagers sitting on a bench swapping more spit than a couple of porn stars. I just shook my head. To my right, a couple lay on a plaid blanket reading books and chomping on grapes. She looked around quickly and held her book up in front of them, pulling him in close.
Come on, Brody, focus .
Up ahead I noticed an older couple holding each other cheek-to-cheek near the lake shoreline, looking out at the water. As I got closer I tried to see what they were looking at and I realized they weren’t looking at anything, the water was clear.
They were slow dancing … with no music.
I came to a stop and shook my head in frustration. I felt … off, disconnected. I needed to get my shit together and get this run in, I blasted Korn on my iPod and started again, trying to shut the rest of the world out and focus on my pace. A girl ran toward me, giving me a mega-watt smile as she passed. She was a cute brunette with green eyes, but they were nothing compared to Kacie’s. They didn’t have the same sparkle, the same life in them; they did nothing for me.
“Screw this, Diesel. I’m not feeling it today.”
A scalding hot shower made me feel remotely better after that disappointing run. Despite Andy working right near my condo, I didn’t get to see him often and was looking forward to shooting the shit with him over a beer, or five.
When I got to the bar, he was already sitting at our normal table in the corner. As I got to the table, he flashed me a big smile and stood to shake my hand.
“What’s up, brother?” I pulled him in for a bear hug.
“Wow, you showered for me? Trying to get lucky?” He laughed, pushing one of the beers he’d already ordered toward me.
I lifted the beer to my lips and took several big gulps. “Something like that,” I answered, looking around for Jan, our usual waitress. “I’m starving, let’s order.”
“Yeah, I can’t stay out late tonight, I have to eat and run. Blaire is making dinner.” He grimaced.
Blaire was superficial, materialistic, a mega-bitch, and unfortunately … my best
A wet nose grazed my forehead, but I swatted it away. My eyelids felt like they were glued shut, refusing to budge and I was in no rush to force them open. I lay there listening to the sounds of the city rushing by my window, when my phone vibrated from the kitchen counter.
“What do you think, Diesel? You think that’s a text from her?” Diesel yawned and walked back to his bed, unimpressed. “Yeah, you’re right, she probably hates me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my elbows on my knees. I took my time getting off the couch. I was in no rush to read a nasty message calling me a liar or see a picture of my jersey cut up in pieces on her bedroom floor. The idea of my jersey being on her floor was definitely exciting, but more in a trail-like fashion with her panties right next to it.
I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed my phone, both relieved and disappointed to see it was a text from Andy.
LET’S MAKE IT 5:00, I’M STARVING. SHAW.
I couldn’t help myself, I texted back…
YOU JUST WANT TO SEE ME SOONER. I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU SEXY BEAST.
I was groggy as hell and needed to wake up. “All right, D, we have just enough time for a quick jog before I gotta get in the shower.”
Diesel raised his brows and glared at me from his dog bed, not budging.
“Come on, lazy ass!” I shouted as I grabbed his leash from the hook by the fridge. The metallic clinging of the chain excited Diesel as he jumped off his bed and bounced over to me. I bent down, secured the leash to his collar and out the door we went.
It was early June and the air was still crisp and comfortable, perfect jogging weather. I walked a few blocks from my condo to Lake Calhoun, popped my ear buds in, and Diesel and I took off. The lake was crowded today … people jogging, out on the lake in paddleboats, picnicking. I ran past two teenagers sitting on a bench swapping more spit than a couple of porn stars. I just shook my head. To my right, a couple lay on a plaid blanket reading books and chomping on grapes. She looked around quickly and held her book up in front of them, pulling him in close.
Come on, Brody, focus .
Up ahead I noticed an older couple holding each other cheek-to-cheek near the lake shoreline, looking out at the water. As I got closer I tried to see what they were looking at and I realized they weren’t looking at anything, the water was clear.
They were slow dancing … with no music.
I came to a stop and shook my head in frustration. I felt … off, disconnected. I needed to get my shit together and get this run in, I blasted Korn on my iPod and started again, trying to shut the rest of the world out and focus on my pace. A girl ran toward me, giving me a mega-watt smile as she passed. She was a cute brunette with green eyes, but they were nothing compared to Kacie’s. They didn’t have the same sparkle, the same life in them; they did nothing for me.
“Screw this, Diesel. I’m not feeling it today.”
A scalding hot shower made me feel remotely better after that disappointing run. Despite Andy working right near my condo, I didn’t get to see him often and was looking forward to shooting the shit with him over a beer, or five.
When I got to the bar, he was already sitting at our normal table in the corner. As I got to the table, he flashed me a big smile and stood to shake my hand.
“What’s up, brother?” I pulled him in for a bear hug.
“Wow, you showered for me? Trying to get lucky?” He laughed, pushing one of the beers he’d already ordered toward me.
I lifted the beer to my lips and took several big gulps. “Something like that,” I answered, looking around for Jan, our usual waitress. “I’m starving, let’s order.”
“Yeah, I can’t stay out late tonight, I have to eat and run. Blaire is making dinner.” He grimaced.
Blaire was superficial, materialistic, a mega-bitch, and unfortunately … my best
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