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“If only.” Dr. K’s eyes crease around the edges. He spares me a glance. I can tell he’s trying to place me, but can’t. That’s fine. I only volunteered as a student assistant every day of my junior year. I quietly seethe while the bromantic love fest continues.
Turning his attention back to Zack, Dr. K says, “Maybe we should play a round sometime.”
“I’d love that. Let me check with my assistant and we should get something on the books.”
“Just take it easy on me. If you play anything like you did in high school, I’ll have my work cut out for me.
It’s tempting to roll my eyes. But working in the business world, I’m used to dealing with the boys’ club. And boy seems especially appropriate considering Zack is involved.
Dr. K glances around at the decorations at the gym. “It looks like you’re ready to go for the reunion.”
“Just about,” Zack says before I can chime in.
“You always did a good job at everything you did. Prom. Your class gift. Model UN.”
I breathe in deeply, barely containing my anger as Dr. K gives Zack credit for all of my high school achievements past and present.
Dr. K pats his back. “If something was getting done, I always knew I’d find Zack Strovers in the area. I’m glad to see that hasn’t changed.”
“Well, you know I always say there’s no “I” in team.” Zack casts a sidelong glance my way, his smile brighter than ever. “Isn't that right, Sammy?”
I changed my mind. I definitely want to see how quickly I could make that dimple disappear with a dart.
TWO
ZACK
If looks could kill, I’d be buried six feet under the gymnasium floor. And Samantha would be holding the shovel.
No doubt she’d like nothing more than to conk me over the head with the overstuffed tote bag she’s carrying. Unfortunately for her, we have witnesses. She has no choice but to do what she’s always done.
Pretend she doesn’t hate me.
Samantha straightens her spine and plasters a bright smile on her face.
“That’s right, Zacky. Teamwork makes the dream work,” she replies in a chipper voice through gritted teeth.
I mask a laugh with a cough.
“Poor, Zacky. Do you need a cough drop?” she asks so sweetly, Dr. K and I are at risk of getting cavities.
“No, I’m good.” I clear my throat. “I just had a tickle.”
“Are you sure? I also have bottled water. I’m sure we could find you some cough syrup too. We wouldn’t want you to come down with something right before you have to give your big ‘Welcome Back’ speech.” She bats her eyes. “I mean, I suppose I could cover for you if needed. We both know I’m good at picking up dropped balls.”
“Really?” I feign astonishment. “I didn’t realize you had regular access to balls. Good for you.”
Her eye twitches ever so slightly. “If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to make a call outside. My reception isn’t very good in here.”
If she’s anything like the girl she was in high school, that’s code for locking herself in the car for five minutes while she rage-screams along to whatever angry chick music she’s listening to these days. I’ll have to excuse myself to get in position to watch her meltdown. I’d hate to miss it.
There never was anything I loved better than watching Samantha get all riled up. Well, that and being the one to get her into that state.
This is a battle we’ve been waging for more than a decade. And I have her right where I want her.
Still, I can’t resist watching as she stalks out the door. Even with her rigid stance, there’s a gentle sway to her shapely hips. She was a curvy girl back in high school. While I might have pretended not to appreciate it then, I can admit now that I spent more than a few late nights tossing and turning remembering the way her prom dress hugged her ass.
I wonder what Samantha would have to say if she ever found out she’d starred in more than one of my spank bank fantasies back then.
