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“What do you think, Chase?” Brady asks.
“I don’t give a fuck if he’s getting laid or not as long as he’s on that field and ready to play tomorrow.” He picks at the label on his beer, watching his alma mater, Alabama, play.
“I will be. No worries there.” Miles looks at me for a beat too long, so I decide to say something that will get him off the scent. “What about you guys? Seems to me if you were hooking up, you’d be less concerned about my sex life.”
Brady laughs. “Don’t worry about me. I do all right.”
Miles shakes his head. “That’s like saying that Lee can throw a few yards in a game.”
Brady shrugs and grins in that way that is half-cocky and yet half-charming. He’s the kinda guy who’s cocky enough that you want to hate him, but there’s something so likable about him at the same time. I have to think women have a hard time hating him the morning after.
“You get us a win tomorrow, Burrows, and you can fuck my sister for all I care.” Chase takes a pull off his beer.
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I say.
“I don’t.” He sets his beer back on the table.
“What about you, Miles? That go for your sister too?” Brady asks, laughing before Miles can even answer.
Miles goes still, his beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “Do not joke about fucking my sister.”
Chase shifts in his seat, and Brady raises both hands. “You gotta lighten up. I was just joking, man.”
As if Miles didn’t hear Brady, he continues. “Twyla is off-limits. I already have to deal with the fact that she’s engaged to that idiot. I couldn’t handle her hooking up with one of my teammates. She deserves better than any of us.”
“Hey, I like to think I’m quite the catch,” Brady says with mock offense.
“Let’s be honest, there will always be holes in your net.” Miles arches a brow.
Brady shrugs.
“Way to spoil the mood,” I say to Miles.
Miles flips me off by running his middle finger up the bridge of his nose.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I slide it out to see a text from Shayna.
Shayna:What room are you in?
Oh, I like where this is going.
Me:2102
Shayna:I know it’s getting late but what do you say we find out the answer to your question?
I frown at the phone. Does she think she’s texting someone else?
Me:What question?
Shayna:Do I like quickies?
Me:I’ll be there in ten.
I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish the last of my beer. “I gotta go wind down before bed. Refresh the playbook. Big day tomorrow.”
With raised eyebrows, Brady eyes my phone that’s stuffed in my pocket.
“Did you just get a booty call?” Miles looks at me skeptically.
