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But what if he’s right? What if she thinks this thing with us is more? Shit
"It’s not like that Brody You know she’s just a ware the subject and fortunately my rescuer arrives at our table in form of a petit, dark haired woan is one of the nicest woet on her bad side and she’ll an when he’s had a fight with his wife – he storms into the locker roo a wohters He’s the kind of man I wish I could be Maybe so how much she hates it e call her that She swats my arm playfully with a dishtowel and chuckles "You boys better be behaving over here!"
"Of course we are Mrs Coach, we’re theWe both knoourselves into, especially e team up We’ve been partners in criet you boys the usual? Bacon, eggs, french fries and coffee?"
"Yes please h She smiles at us affectionately for a brief second and then saunters off to place our order
Out of the corner of my eye I see Brody’s expression harden suddenly, his playful disposition evaporating in the blink of an eye "Well if it isn’t the she-devil herself," he barks I turn to look at who he’s talking about and ih the door Her fiery red hair flicks over her shoulders as she sashays her way toward our table Her hips sway and her signature sneer sits fireous but the problem is she knows it She flaunts it, uses it to manipulate the people around her She uses her body for that too and as much as I hate to admit it, Rebecca was a real hell cat between the sheets Our ‘relationship’ was purely physical and until now I still hadn’t been with anyone who could get my body to react the way she did
I notice how the normal physical reaction I have when I look at her isn’t there anymore Yup, it’s time to move on Love ‘elares at Brody "Ha, that was alood one Brody, come up with that all on your own?" she snaps She turns her attention to me and I stiffen "Hey babe!" she drawls "Why didn’t you call oes from virulent to syrupy sweet in less than a heartbeat I never noticed before and if I’ honest I hate it She bites her lip and traces her long nails upfor n that her flirty littleNot even a twitch
"I was busy Rebecca" My voice is cold and flat and I know I’n up for a girlfriend and certainly not a possessive one at that, which Rebecca knew froet attached, they always do
I hear her say so but it falls ahen my eyes land on someone else My breath catches inthiselse exists
Her blonde hair is pulled up high in ain her face She’s wearing a white sundress that compliments her sun kissed skin and red cowboy boots that o on forever God have es of seeing her in nothing but those red boots
Daet any hotter but then she proves ht choral sound that echoes through every bone in my body and settles itself in the core ofher every move until she disappears into the kitchen
"Hello, Grayson? Are you listening to me?" Rebecca’s screech is like a cold shower My heartbeat slows, returning to its nor around me comes back into focus "Yeah Rebecca, he heard you! But he was too busy checking out Huntley Morgan to give a shit about what corowls I inwardly curseit so shamelessly But I couldn’t help it My eyes were drawn to her like nets and I wouldn’t have been able to look away even if I wanted to I’ that perfect, its only right to show some appreciation for His handy work
Wait, did Brody say her naan? How the hell does he knoho she is?
Rebecca huffs and storms off to her friends’ table while Brody snickers He finds this situation hilarious "Thanks Bro," I snap, irritated "Now I’ to hear the end of it" Not that I care "Whatever, it’s time someone put that she-devil in her damn place She doesn’t own you Gray You yourself said she was nothing more than a warirlfriend status"
I can’t argue with that He’s right
"How do you know her naer, even to otten the better of me Her name alone has piquedabout and then lookshis response His ht It’s the first tiirl I stop o there Gray… You need to ot here She’s the niece Coach has warned us all to stay away fro in his eyes "So be nice Gray, but don’t be whipping out that entire horown Southern charm all at once She’s not just another freshirl has ever been able to resist s open and Huntley heads straight for our table I watch how her dress floith theher just above the knee The closer she gets the further upon her face when she stops in front of us "Here you go, two coffees," she says, placing our coffees on the table "Your food will be out in a awking like an idiot When Brody kicks erly se to say since my voice has pulled a Houdini on me How convenient
"Huntley, this is Grayson," Brody says, waving his arm in my direction "He’s our star quarterback and my pain in the ass best friend"
"It’s nice to meet you I’m Huntley" She sticks her hand out and I take it My hand looks gigantic in comparison and envelopes hers easily "So you’re the brat Coach has been talking about non-stop," I tease, glad to have returned to ht blush in her cheeks is barely noticeable but hell it’s so cute "Pro he tells you," she whispers "I’ playful