No matter what anyone asks you, say it wasn’t intentional.
Me
What?
Troy
Dude. I know you, and I know your aim. Whenever you want to tell me WHY it was intentional, I’m here.
Me
Noted.
Troy
I’m glad Coach still has you off the interview list, because I can hear your smile from here. No way you’d get out of an interview without someone recognizing it was an intentional play.
Me
You can HEAR my smile?
Troy
Yep. I’m just that good, asshole.
“Why are you smiling?” Layla asks, stepping further into my room.
“My agent wanted me to know I have to say it wasn’t intentional. You know, if I somehow get interviewed.”
“I still can’t believe that story about the interviewer and her shoe, but I guess it’s you, so anything is possible,” she says, giggling. “What does your agent think about today’s hit?”
“His response was ‘I know you, and I know your aim.’”
Layla hums. “Sounds like your agent knows you a little too well.”
I nod. “He’s a good guy. He’s been my agent for a while. He was thrilled I got traded to Denver, because he’s here a lot for stuff with Jamie Wahlberg, even though he knew I didn’t want to move to Denver.”
She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “Are you still hating it?”
It takes me a moment to reply. “Not anymore.”
“Not anymore,”he says deeply.
The flutters in my stomach are taking flight, almost forcing me to cross the room to him. Does Max know he opened the door wearing only a pair of sweatpants, slung so low on his hips that I can see that perfectly dark happy trail of hair leading under the waistband? Or how his perfect abs, and those amazing muscles that form into a V, make me want to drop to my knees and drag my tongue across every single one of them?
Good God, he’s a spectacular Adonis, and I’m struggling to keep from drooling all over the floor.
“So,” I finally stammer, “you were aiming?”
“I was,” he answers simply.
“I agree with your agent, don’t admit that to anyone,” I blurt out.
“Why?” Max asks, stepping toward me.
“Be — because,” I stutter, my eyes darting all around his body as he slowly makes his way over to me. “People will have questions.”
“So?”
