Page 22 of Tight End


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“It was a joke,” I said with a laugh. “Based on her name, her colleagues thought she was a man. So I mentioned how there are plenty of female Taylors, like Taylor Swift. So I jokingly called Taylor T-Foxy.”

“That’s funny,” Isabella said, although it was very clear she didn’t think any of this was humorous. “In any case, Taylor was not very good. She made a lot of mistakes during tryouts.”

“I take it she didn’t make the team?” I asked.

Isabella hesitated before answering. “I would have cut her, but there were worse girls out there. The pool of talent wasn’t very deep this year.”

We may have only been dating for a month, but that was long enough for me to know when Isabella was in a bad mood. Hell, even if I had just met her I would have known, because she liked to wear her emotions on her sleeve. She got this way when she didn’t think I was paying enough attention to her.

I cupped her cheek and waited until she looked at me, then I gave her a long, slow kiss. The kind of kiss that went on so long that people started glancing over at our table.

“The only thing I’m thinking about tonight is our anniversary,” I said.

But that was a lie, because for the rest of the night, the woman from trivia night was stuck in my head like a bad idea.

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