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“You want her bad.”
“There are other women.”
“Vicki.”
“Hell, no. We’re through.”
“So you aren’t willing to settle for any—”
“She is.” He didn’t need to elaborate who the she was. Marisa. She’d been in his thoughts nonstop. “She’s willing to take the horn-dog back.”
“Has she said so?”
“She’s considering it.”
Jordan looked around. “I thought she’d be here.”
“Why the hell would she be here?”
“She texted me earlier. She’s looking for you. She said she had something of yours to return—”
Probably his heart.
“—and I told her I had no idea where you were, but the Puck & Shoot was worth a try.”
Great. There was no way he wanted his brother—and who knew how many others—to witness his final denouement. “She knows how to break up with a guy.”
“Too public?” Jordan guessed. “Why don’t you go to her apartment then and beat her to it?”
Brilliant idea. The last thing he needed was for Marisa to find him at the Puck & Shoot, nursing a drink like a lonely lovesick puppy. If he seemed pathetic to Jordan, he didn’t want to think how he’d appear to Marisa.
If she was looking for him, best to get this over with. He’d save her the hassle of finding him. At least that was what he told himself. He ignored the way his pulse picked up at the thought of seeing her again.
Cole straightened off the bar stool and tossed some bills on the counter for the waiter.
“I’ll get you a cab,” Jordan offered.
Cole twisted his lips. “Because I’m not fit to drive?”
“Because you’re not fit for public consumption. You look like hell, and something tells me you were that way even before you got to the Puck & Shoot.”
* * *
The ride to Marisa’s apartment was swift.
When Cole reached Marisa’s door, it was open a crack. He heard voices and pushed his way inside without invitation.
The scene that greeted him made his blood boil. At the entrance to the living room, Sal and Marisa were locked in a tight embrace, Sal’s lips diving for hers. It would have been an arresting tableau even without his appearance as the spurned ex-lover, Cole thought, but his unexpected arrival had turned this into a spectator sport.
“Sal, no!” Marisa tried to shrug out of Piazza’s grasp.
The scene before him took on an entirely new cast. Cole sprang forward and yanked Sal away, shoving him up against the wall. He put his face in the sports agent’s surprised one.
“She said no,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Hey, man...”
Cole gave Piazza a rough shake. “Understand?”
