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from the camping chair I’m sitting on by the fire and walk right up to a blonde I met earlier named Carly. She made it clear that she was interested in me earlier with the way she flipped her short blond hair and begged me to be her volleyball partner.
“So how’d you do out there?” I ask, and nod my head toward the sandy makeshift volleyball court.
“We lost.” She frowns and then puts her hand on my chest. “But I would have won if you’d been my partner!”
I glance over to where my new friend Josh, who was her partner, is standing staring at us. He heard everything. I give him a quick “sorry, bud” look and he shrugs. I look down at her and give her my best puppy dog face.
“I wanted to play,” I say, making sure my voice is soft and deep, the way I talk to sports reporters after a tough loss, because chicks have told me they love that. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret…”
I let my sentence trail off and hold my breath as I glance around as if to make sure no one is paying attention, when in fact I’m making sure I have Shayne’s full attention. My eyes catch hers briefly, and she quickly looks away, which means she’s riveted to my little scene. I bend so my head is right next to the blonde’s ear, and I use my hand not holding a beer to push her chin-length hair back so I’m right against her ear. “I’m kind of injured.”
As I pull back her big blue eyes flare and her hand moves from my chest to my elbow. She squeezes it sympathetically. “Oh my God, really?”
Her voice got louder so I shush her, and I notice Shayne isn’t even pretending not to pay attention anymore. “Nothing serious, just a strained tendon in my wrist, but we start playoffs soon so I need to be careful,” I say quietly, because I haven’t told anyone—except the trainers and my coach.
“What happened? Did you fall on it on the ice or did someone hit you with a stick or something? What do they call that? Slashing, I think?” I nod, and she smiles like she thinks she’s a genius for figuring it out.
I smile and try not to think about the fact that the team doctor looked a little more concerned yesterday than I would have liked. “No big deal, I shouldn’t miss any games. I landed a punch wrong in a fight. Just bad luck.”
She nods and lifts her red Solo cup to her lips, taking a sip before smiling at me and batting her eyes. “Maybe your luck will change tonight?”
I watch her walk away, back over to her gaggle of girlfriends by the shore. Wow. That’s too easy. But I want Shayne. Only Shayne.
I glance over at her, and she’s staring right back at me. She says something to Trucker Hat, jumps off the table and makes her way over to the fire—right where I’m standing. She stops half a foot from me, her eyes set on the crackling fire in front of us.
“Hope you brought a condom, Frenchie,” she murmurs, still looking at the fire.
“You don’t have one in your bra this time?”
Even in the low light I can see the red flush on her cheeks that that comment is causing. God, I fucking love making this girl blush. As always, she recovers much more quickly than I’d like.
She steals a glance at me and subtly points to Carly with the index finger wrapped around her beer. “She looks like she’s got more STDs than IQ points.”
“At least she’s not in a trucker hat,” I retort and snort a little in disgust. “Make sure he double bags it.”
She can’t keep a straight face at that comment. She cracks a grin and I grin back. She’s got one hell of a smile. It’s like it starts in her toes and pulls up her entire body. It’s honestly contagious. I lean toward her. “Oh, and by the way, next time you stock up on condoms, make sure to buy Magnum. That one the other night was a little tight.”
“Wet Hide and Go Seek!” Audrey yells from the water’s edge.
A roar erupts and people start peeling out of their clothes. I look to Shay for some indication of what the hell that
“So how’d you do out there?” I ask, and nod my head toward the sandy makeshift volleyball court.
“We lost.” She frowns and then puts her hand on my chest. “But I would have won if you’d been my partner!”
I glance over to where my new friend Josh, who was her partner, is standing staring at us. He heard everything. I give him a quick “sorry, bud” look and he shrugs. I look down at her and give her my best puppy dog face.
“I wanted to play,” I say, making sure my voice is soft and deep, the way I talk to sports reporters after a tough loss, because chicks have told me they love that. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret…”
I let my sentence trail off and hold my breath as I glance around as if to make sure no one is paying attention, when in fact I’m making sure I have Shayne’s full attention. My eyes catch hers briefly, and she quickly looks away, which means she’s riveted to my little scene. I bend so my head is right next to the blonde’s ear, and I use my hand not holding a beer to push her chin-length hair back so I’m right against her ear. “I’m kind of injured.”
As I pull back her big blue eyes flare and her hand moves from my chest to my elbow. She squeezes it sympathetically. “Oh my God, really?”
Her voice got louder so I shush her, and I notice Shayne isn’t even pretending not to pay attention anymore. “Nothing serious, just a strained tendon in my wrist, but we start playoffs soon so I need to be careful,” I say quietly, because I haven’t told anyone—except the trainers and my coach.
“What happened? Did you fall on it on the ice or did someone hit you with a stick or something? What do they call that? Slashing, I think?” I nod, and she smiles like she thinks she’s a genius for figuring it out.
I smile and try not to think about the fact that the team doctor looked a little more concerned yesterday than I would have liked. “No big deal, I shouldn’t miss any games. I landed a punch wrong in a fight. Just bad luck.”
She nods and lifts her red Solo cup to her lips, taking a sip before smiling at me and batting her eyes. “Maybe your luck will change tonight?”
I watch her walk away, back over to her gaggle of girlfriends by the shore. Wow. That’s too easy. But I want Shayne. Only Shayne.
I glance over at her, and she’s staring right back at me. She says something to Trucker Hat, jumps off the table and makes her way over to the fire—right where I’m standing. She stops half a foot from me, her eyes set on the crackling fire in front of us.
“Hope you brought a condom, Frenchie,” she murmurs, still looking at the fire.
“You don’t have one in your bra this time?”
Even in the low light I can see the red flush on her cheeks that that comment is causing. God, I fucking love making this girl blush. As always, she recovers much more quickly than I’d like.
She steals a glance at me and subtly points to Carly with the index finger wrapped around her beer. “She looks like she’s got more STDs than IQ points.”
“At least she’s not in a trucker hat,” I retort and snort a little in disgust. “Make sure he double bags it.”
She can’t keep a straight face at that comment. She cracks a grin and I grin back. She’s got one hell of a smile. It’s like it starts in her toes and pulls up her entire body. It’s honestly contagious. I lean toward her. “Oh, and by the way, next time you stock up on condoms, make sure to buy Magnum. That one the other night was a little tight.”
“Wet Hide and Go Seek!” Audrey yells from the water’s edge.
A roar erupts and people start peeling out of their clothes. I look to Shay for some indication of what the hell that
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