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I hate that she’s right. It’s against the Kingsmen's fraternization policy, and beyond that, having her back in my bed would only complicate things for me at work. But Jesus, after that kiss, being with anyone else is a waste of my time. Shayna is my one.
I release her wrist and she takes that as her signal to walk away. She stomps down the hall, and I head back to my table.
“Was that Shayna I just saw go out to the patio?” Brady asks.
“You’re a fucking stalker now, Burrows?” Chase asks. “You’re always following her to the bathroom. It’s creepy.”
Miles looks at me with something akin to “I told you you were screwed.”
I blow out a breath then pick up my drink and toss back the rest. I glance around the three guys at the table.
I can trust them. I know I can. The question is whether I want to open this particular can of worms with them. But I’m desperate for advice. I need to talk to someone about what I’m feeling, and Kane is always the fatherly figure when he offers me his advice. Pushing down my need for Shayna is not making it go away. Maybe talking about it will get me further.
“Truth is…” I glance at Miles, who has the concerned dad look, silently asking me if I really want to do this. “I know Shayna from college.”
I tell them about the stupid bet and how it ruined what we started, but I don’t tell them about the kiss the other night. I can’t out Shayna for that because it’s against policy. The crux of the issue is that I want this woman in my bed something fierce, but I can’t have her.
The entire time I’m talking, Miles is looking at me as though he knows there’s more to the story. And maybe he does. He’s known me the longest and is my closest friend. Saw me at my highest with Shayna and at my lowest when she dumped me. Perhaps I’m that transparent.
“Surprised she even took the job,” Chase says when I finish.
I shrug. “It was a good opportunity for her, and I’m sure from her perspective, she probably thought ‘I’m not gonna let that asshole ruin anything else for me.’”
Brady chuckles. “Yeah, I can see that.”
“So what are you going to do?” Miles asks, watching me carefully.
I shrug. “Keep dealing with blue balls? I dunno.”
“You can’t fuck around with her. You know that, right?” Chase’s intense gaze makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Haven’t you been listening? That’s the whole problem.”
Chase shakes his head at me with a look of disgust. “There’s more to life than pussy. Get over it.”
I lean in a bit toward him. “I take it you’ve never had pussy like Shayna’s then.”
The words are crude and Shayna would castrate me if she overheard me, but I’m making a point.
He guffaws. “Had lots of pussy, man, and you know it. One’s no different than the next.”
I shake my head. I can’t wait until some woman has Chase so twisted up inside he can’t think of fucking anyone but her. Then I’ll be the one laughing.
“Have you thought of sleeping with someone else?” Miles asks, but really he’s changing the subject before Chase and I get into a pissing match.
“Yeah, you know what they say—best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Brady says. “Or behind them.” He grins and waggles his eyebrows. “Or have them under you.” His head moves right and left as though he could go on forever.
“Of course I’ve thought of that. I just can’t get any motivation to act on it.” I grip my glass, hating how much control Shayna has over me.
“Well then, you’re fucked,” Chase says matter-of-factly.
I raise my glass. “Cheers to that.”
Twenty
Shayna
Ilisten intently while Dr. Carlisle talks over the game plan for the week—listing the injuries from yesterday’s game and discussing what protocols need to be taken, who’s doing what today. Lastly, we discuss Lee’s expected return.
