just have this obsession over voluptuous women.”
“Oh yeah? How did you know?”
“They’re all over the tabloids, dumbass.”
“You read tabloids?”
“I wouldn’t be reading them if I didn’t lose my job.”
He chuckled. “Alright. Understood. It all goes back to me.”
“I’m glad you realize that.”
“So what about if we get married for real?”
She froze. For a few seconds, she stared at him with her mouth open. “Are you kidding me?”
“Not at all.”
She looked away and scratched her forehead. “Troy Myers, whatever trick you’re playing, leave me out of it.”
“Are you sure it’s a trick?” He leaned closer to her face. “What if I say, I’m in love with you?”
Fuck! Did he just say that? He wanted to puke right in front of her face.
Her brows met. He had expected her to flush, or be caught in surprise, but she just glowered at him—unaffected, unconvinced. “You make the word love sound like a curse.”
He could not say anything. He was really rusty, no, dumb, in this department. Or was this woman just being too difficult?
“I’ll come get Bessie back this afternoon.”
“I won’t be here. I’ll ask Jeremy to take her to my mother. You drop by in Hudson on your way home to get her.”
She nodded. “Sure,” she said and walked away.
He crossed his arms. He just messed up his opportunity. Perhaps he’d have to do as Logan had suggested—a spectacular proposal.
“No way.” He shook his head. That was way too cheesy for him. He’d better try one more time, with a different approach.
“Hey.” He ran after her.
She stopped and turned to him. “What?”
He sighed. He’d just have to be straight with his intention now. “I’m serious about what I said. I want to marry you.”
Again, she was frozen, but this time, she didn’t dismiss it as a joke. “Why do you want to do such a stupid thing? And don’t tell me it’s love. You’re not capable of that.”
He shrank back. Whatever made her think he was incapable of love? There were a few special women in his life. It just did not work out.
“Is that your lawyer’s suggestion?” she suspected.
He sighed again. He’d rather be very honest with her. It seemed to work better all the time. “Zoey… I won’t lie to you. Yes, I’d like to marry you more for my benefit than yours. I just got… fucked up, you know. This is the only way I can think of to redeem myself.”
She shook her head. “Sorry, Troy. I can’t do anything more for you. I don’t want to be a part of your game.”
“You can walk away anytime you want.”
“No.”
“We will sleep in separate rooms.”
“Shut up, Myers.”
He grabbed her arms to get her full attention. “At least tell me that there’s a chance you will consider my proposal.”
She took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll give you a chance.”
His world suddenly turned bright. “Really?”
She nodded. “I will marry you… in three conditions.”
“Anything.”
“First, your team must beat the Jets, which is of course impossible since you’ll be in their home field.”
He rolled his eyes. That was insulting, but it can be done. “What else?”
“You have to score at least two touchdowns.”
“Passes?”
“Runs.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. I don’t run, I throw.”
“Then you’d better change strategy.”
He groaned his frustration.
“And third, you have to sack my darling Wayne… twice.”
Sack Mason Wayne? The fastest running back of the decade? “Why don't you just tell me to throw myself down the cliff instead?” he said.
She smiled. “As you can see, I’m not cheap. You’ll have to earn me,” she said and walked away.
Fuck! So what’s too precious about her?
“What about dinner tonight?” he asked aloud. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“I’m busy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She didn’t answer him.
He stood right where he was, watching her walk away.
“You’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah? How did you know?”
“They’re all over the tabloids, dumbass.”
“You read tabloids?”
“I wouldn’t be reading them if I didn’t lose my job.”
He chuckled. “Alright. Understood. It all goes back to me.”
“I’m glad you realize that.”
“So what about if we get married for real?”
She froze. For a few seconds, she stared at him with her mouth open. “Are you kidding me?”
“Not at all.”
She looked away and scratched her forehead. “Troy Myers, whatever trick you’re playing, leave me out of it.”
“Are you sure it’s a trick?” He leaned closer to her face. “What if I say, I’m in love with you?”
Fuck! Did he just say that? He wanted to puke right in front of her face.
Her brows met. He had expected her to flush, or be caught in surprise, but she just glowered at him—unaffected, unconvinced. “You make the word love sound like a curse.”
He could not say anything. He was really rusty, no, dumb, in this department. Or was this woman just being too difficult?
“I’ll come get Bessie back this afternoon.”
“I won’t be here. I’ll ask Jeremy to take her to my mother. You drop by in Hudson on your way home to get her.”
She nodded. “Sure,” she said and walked away.
He crossed his arms. He just messed up his opportunity. Perhaps he’d have to do as Logan had suggested—a spectacular proposal.
“No way.” He shook his head. That was way too cheesy for him. He’d better try one more time, with a different approach.
“Hey.” He ran after her.
She stopped and turned to him. “What?”
He sighed. He’d just have to be straight with his intention now. “I’m serious about what I said. I want to marry you.”
Again, she was frozen, but this time, she didn’t dismiss it as a joke. “Why do you want to do such a stupid thing? And don’t tell me it’s love. You’re not capable of that.”
He shrank back. Whatever made her think he was incapable of love? There were a few special women in his life. It just did not work out.
“Is that your lawyer’s suggestion?” she suspected.
He sighed again. He’d rather be very honest with her. It seemed to work better all the time. “Zoey… I won’t lie to you. Yes, I’d like to marry you more for my benefit than yours. I just got… fucked up, you know. This is the only way I can think of to redeem myself.”
She shook her head. “Sorry, Troy. I can’t do anything more for you. I don’t want to be a part of your game.”
“You can walk away anytime you want.”
“No.”
“We will sleep in separate rooms.”
“Shut up, Myers.”
He grabbed her arms to get her full attention. “At least tell me that there’s a chance you will consider my proposal.”
She took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll give you a chance.”
His world suddenly turned bright. “Really?”
She nodded. “I will marry you… in three conditions.”
“Anything.”
“First, your team must beat the Jets, which is of course impossible since you’ll be in their home field.”
He rolled his eyes. That was insulting, but it can be done. “What else?”
“You have to score at least two touchdowns.”
“Passes?”
“Runs.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. I don’t run, I throw.”
“Then you’d better change strategy.”
He groaned his frustration.
“And third, you have to sack my darling Wayne… twice.”
Sack Mason Wayne? The fastest running back of the decade? “Why don't you just tell me to throw myself down the cliff instead?” he said.
She smiled. “As you can see, I’m not cheap. You’ll have to earn me,” she said and walked away.
Fuck! So what’s too precious about her?
“What about dinner tonight?” he asked aloud. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“I’m busy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She didn’t answer him.
He stood right where he was, watching her walk away.
“You’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”
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