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She was an enigma, his Kassidy.
He was going to keep her up all night, and he had every intention of asking everything and anything about her that popped into his head. He wanted to learn it all.
Waverly scoffed. “And you think he can beat Brady’s record?”
Kassidy nodded.
“Hmph.” He gestured to Wyatt. “I like ya and all, kid, but not even I am willing to go that far.”
“You should be.” She pointed at him. “Last year…” She proceeded to rattle off every stat the NFL had put out on him, with precision and perfection.
His jaw hung open.
Where had she been his whole life?
Had he been wrong to avoid befriending her? Could he have her and not sacrifice his game? Or had she come along as a temptation, one he was supposed to overcome to prove his commitment to his career?
Shit if he knew.
She’d turned his world over onto its side, and he was still trying to figure out which way was up and which was down.
“Would you care to put your money where your mouth is?” Waverly asked her, smirking and leaning back in his chair.
“I would. Within the next five years, he will beat Brady.”
Waverly held his hand out. “The stakes?”
“Box seats at the playoffs.”
The older man laughed. “No messing around, huh?”
“I want to be there to see him win,” she said, shrugging.
Wyatt cleared his throat. “Kass, Waverly never loses a bet.”
“I don’t care. Your precision is better than Brady’s, and I have every belief that, given time, you’ll beat him. I’m confident in my wager.”
The way her eyes lit up with excitement as she spoke, like she couldn’t wait to see it happen? Yeah, it did shit to him. Shit that he took no responsibility for…nor for the actions that followed.
Unable to resist, he reached across the distance between them, curled his hand behind her neck, and kissed her, right there in front of everyone. She gasped but then melted against him, opening her lips.
He pulled back without taking advantage of that offer and pressed h
is mouth to her ear. “Hearing you talk stats like that is even hotter than you arguing on my behalf for more money. You’re so sexy.”
Her grip on her glass tightened. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I feel the same way about you,” she breathed.
Waverly cleared his throat. “Well, it’s a bet, then?”
“It is,” Kassidy said, her voice only trembling slightly as she turned her attention back to the older man.
Wyatt rested his hand on her thigh, smiling at Waverly. “Now I have even more of a reason to kick Brady’s ass. My girl can’t lose her bet.”
Waverly laughed. “Oh, but she will.”
