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“Well, you’re an asshole.”

“Right back at you,” I snap.

“Whatever. Why are you still here?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” I say, but when I turn to go, she tries to grab the food I’m holding. “No food for you.”

“What the hell? You the food nazi now?”

“I am when you can’t talk up your own brother. I would do it for you.”

“You would not!”

“I would if I wanted to.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to.”

“Ha, I knew it! You should want to. I do everything for you.”

“Get over yourself, Ryan.” She rolls her eyes and walks over to Sofia.

Man, I really had every intention of walking into this place, lunch in hand, introducing myself, telling Sofia how amazing I thought she was yesterday, and having her falling all over herself to get with me. Along with my charm, I brought a bacon cheeseburger, which is crack to gymnasts. They’re hungry all the time.

I thought I had this in the bag. Damn it.

I turn, ready to go, but I’m truly stunned in place. I don’t know if it’s my pride or what, but I’m having a hard time accepting this. I know when a girl is feeling me. Man, I feel like I need to throw on my gear and go slam someone into the boards. Beat my chest. Go make a booty call on some other chick. But that doesn’t seem right either.

I want her.

Sofia.

Shit.

Right before I can move, Sofia glances at me as she walks by. Her dark gaze meets mine, and my heart stops. I’m close enough that I can see her dark eyes have a small green tint to them. I thought they were deep brown, but they’re more a dark hazel. Her lashes are so thick, dark, but it’s the sweet freckles covering her nose and cheeks that have me wanting to embarrass myself completely.

Because now, I definitely feel the sparks.

I see them.

I hear them.

Or maybe that’s my heart.

And looking at her, I know she sees, hears, and feels them too. Breathless, I hold my gaze on her as she draws in a deep breath, her breasts rising with the motion. I doubt she wants me to see it, but her lips quirk in the smallest, sexiest way before she looks back to my sister.

One thing is for sure.

She wants me.

She’s just fighting it.

I’m still in this. I chuckle to myself as I start to walk backward. I’m onto her, and that’s fine.

Game on.

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