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"Yes, alone," I said. "I gave the driver a few dollars and got my own."
She'd asked me to come with her, almost insisted, but I declined on the grounds I was tired.
That was true, I was. But also, I wasn't interested. It wasn't like she wasn't hot and all that, she was. Any other night, I would have been all over that.
Last night— I don't know. I didn't want to go there, not with her. For some reason, I kept thinking about Grace, and how I'd screwed it up by flirting like I had. I didn't just call her beautiful because I wanted to sleep with her. I said it because it was true, and I suspected she didn't hear that nearly as often as she should. A woman like her should be told that every day.
And given chocolate and diamonds.
I had a feeling she didn't care about stuff like that. Diamonds that was. I'd never met a woman who didn't care about chocolate, unless she was allergic. Grace, she deserved all the shiny, nice things in life.
She certainly deserved better than a dumbass like me. I should have told—what was her name—to go away, Grace and I were talking. The brain in my head turned off when the one in my pants turned on.
Ignoring Grace and letting her walk away like I had… That might be more unforgivable than getting her fired. I'd be really, really, really lucky if she ever spoke to me again.
I turned back in to hear Chase humming, 'U and Ur Hand,' and giving me sly looks.
"Speak for yourself," I said.
Hawk chuckled.
"So was she good?" Chase asked.
"I swear on my mother's life, I didn't find out," I said. "And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't tell you." When have I ever been the kind to kiss and tell? Never, I'm telling you now. Not once.
"I put her in a cab and that was it. I didn't even get her number. And she didn't get mine."
I watched myself shouting from the sidelines as the guys swerved around the opposition and headed for the end zone.
"She probably remembered how you played the other night," Chase teased.
I flipped him the finger. "How come Ashley hasn't realised you're a dick yet?"
"I keep it hidden around her," he said.
"Your dick?" Hawk asked. "You need to keep something that small hidden?"
"Fuck off." Chase glared. "Anyway, that can't be true or I wouldn't need an extra large cup."
"That's for your head," I told him.
"Would that make Chase a dickhead?" Ollie asked. He turned in his seat and grinned.
"Great, now God's Gift over there is picking on me," Chase complained.
"You started it," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but I liked it better when it was aimed at someone else." Chase pouted playfully. He could take it as well as the rest of us.
"Poor baby," Hawk said.
"I know, right?" Chase said. "I should file a complaint or something."
"You should shut the hell up," Pinky snapped.
We were supposed to concentrate on the replay, so we could avoid making the same mistakes in the next game. As far as I could see, the biggest mistake was letting me play. My head was not in it. I couldn't let that happen again. For any reason.
For one awesome Bam Clinton, there were a hundred almost as awesome guys ready to take my place. Not as good looking, of course, but talented enough to make the team. Sooner or later, I'd be put out to pasture, as the saying goes, but I didn't intend that to be soon. If I wanted to keep my spot, then I needed to keep my head. The one on my shoulders. Even if that meant ignoring the one in my pants.
