“Why? Because I like fire and could possibly have pyromaniac tendencies?”
He laughed aloud. “Nah. You’re just a vibe.”
I was a vibe. I could receive that.
I spotted some of his teammates standing together as we approached. Preston Wilcox was in the mix. I rolled my eyes, still put off by the mess he said aboutmy talking-ass mouth needing to be filled up by his dick. As if.
He spotted me too. “What’s good, Thigh Meat.”
I gave him the blankest stare I could muster and fought the urge to call him a goofy-ass bitch. He lived in Chicago. He would’ve understood the insult that being called a “goofy” by a Chicagoan was.
“Dawg, don’t do that to her,” Spencer told him easily.
He eyed Spencer suspiciously. “Oh shit, you beat me to the punch.” He nodded his head like he understood something that he clearly didn’t understand. “Go ’head and try to handle her little mean ass.”
I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. “Fuck you,” I told him then walked away.
I heard footsteps behind me before I heard his voice. “Ay, Sun!”
I stopped walking because it was him. The onlyhimI would’ve stopped walking for.
He caught up with me. “Don’t go.” He caught my hand in his.
“Why does it matter?” I turned to him. “You don’t even know me.”
“But I’m trying to get to know you.”
“Why?” I didn’t know why I was giving Spencer the business. Preston Wilcox was the one who’d offended me.
“I told you. You’re a vibe.”
“You’re a professional athlete, Spencer. Vibes are probably a dime a dozen.”
“Women are a dime a dozen. That’s an occupational hazard.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Ain’t shit I can do about the factthat women tend to hang out wherever athletes are present. But vibes? That’s a rarity.”
“It’s been a long day. I’m gonna go ahead and head back to the resort.”
“Meet me for breakfast in the morning?” His eyes were soft. He wasn’t confident that I would agree.
“Where?”
“The Coastal Cantina?” It was one of three restaurants on the resort’s property and the only place that served breakfast. “8:00 a.m.”
“Okay,” I agreed finally. “I’ll meet you there.”
I left Spencer on the beach with his team obligations and headed back to my room. I wasn’t lying when I told him it had been a long day. It had, but I knew I couldn’t end it without talking to Bryanna.
“Hey, girl,” she answered, and it was super loud in her background, especially compared to the complete silence in mine.
“Hey. I’m sorry. I feel like I caught you at a bad time.”
“Give me one second. Let me get someplace less . . . loud.” I traded my flat sandals for my furry slippers while I listened to her background grow less noisy. “Okay,” she said finally.
“Tell me about your day.” The shorts came off, followed by the top I wore.
“It was good. So many companies, so many presentations, so many damn demonstrations. My head was spinning.”
I chuckled.
