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“Whatcha need?” Dax called out. “I’ll help.”
“No, you won’t,” Teague barked. “The last thing, Tancy needs is some privileged jock giving her advice.” Feeling a hand push against his chest, he looked down and knew that he’d just lit a fire that would be damn near impossible to put out.
“I would love to hear what Dax has to say,” Tancy said sweetly. “But make it quick because if my best friend sees me cavorting with the man responsible for every wrong committed, there will be hell to pay.”
Teague opened his mouth and then shut it quickly because if someone told her not to do something, she’d do it twice and take pictures.
Tancy swept her arm around the bar. “Tell me the best way to let a man know I’m open for business.”
“What the hell,” Teague ground out.
“Hush.” She gave him a dark look. “Go ahead, Dax. I’m all ears.”
Teague studied the superstar pitcher and knew that anything he had to offer would be unhelpful.
“First off,” Dax drawled slowly, “you gotta make eye contact.” He moved to Tancy’s side. “Scan the room.”
“Okay, what am I scanning for?”
“Someone that you wouldn’t mind kissing.”
“Got it.”
Teague watched Tancy give the men a perusal and felt his gut clench. “I’ve got that cheesecake you like in the freezer. We could run home and…”
“Don’t cock block me, Teague. I didn’t wake up and choose violence, but that could change on a dime if you get in my way.”
“Damn,” Scott mumbled. “That’s the kinda vibe a man needs in his life.”
Ignoring the man whose love life was essentially a flaming pile of dog poo, he moved closer to Tancy. “I’m not…”
“Found one,” Tancy said excitedly. “Now what?”
“Smile,” Dax instructed. “Maintain eye contact and then wave.”
“Like a parade wave?” Tancy asked.
“Sure,” Dax replied.
Using self-control he didn’t have, Teague stopped himself from sending the man a combat glare that would have him soiling his shorts.
“Is it working?” Tancy squeaked. “My face hurts.”
“Go ahead and throw a little shoulder shrug in.”
Teague watched his friend execute the move flawlessly and wondered how the woman he spent eighty-five percent of his time with had shape-shifted so effortlessly.
“Oh god, he’s walking over. Now, what happens?”
“You can throw out a little charm or one of those sharp quips you always seem to have handy,” Dax said with a laugh.
“Now?” Tancy asked as she moved behind Teague.
“Only if you want to,” Dax replied quietly. “If you’d like me to distract him, I’d be happy to.”
“He looks like he’d love to talk to a hall of famer, so go ahead.” Tancy stepped backward. “I’ve got to get back to my friends.”
Teague watched her scurry away and let out a long breath. “Shit.”
