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“Oh please. You’d have groupies even if you weren’t an athlete.” I exhaled noisily. “Because of all that, I guess I can’t help wondering with all those women, why me?”
Noah’s expression grew serious. “Jesus, Gaby, give me the name of the asshole who did such a number on you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I’m talking about the jackass who seriously fucked with your head since you can’t see what I do.”
My heartbeat accelerated at his words. “And what exactly is that?”
“A woman completely out of my league.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed.
“I mean it. It’s not every day you find a woman who is beautiful, sexy, and a fucking amazing lay, but at the same time is funny and caring and smart.”
Searching his eyes, I saw the sincerity in them. “Noah Fitzgerald, you’re going to make me lose my mind, aren’t you?”
“I sure as hell am.”
“First my panties and then my mind.”
With a wink, he added, “Last is your heart.”
Chapter Eleven: Gaby
At ten to six, I pulled into the parking lot of some bar and grill called O’Malley’s. It was where Noah had asked to meet. After our last tango at my work, we’d both decided it would be best not to meet at my house or his parents’ house. We didn’t need anywhere that had easy sexual access. Although now that I thought about it, we could just as easily bang in one of our cars like two horny teenagers.
Always prompt and ready, Noah eased up next to my car just as I put my car in park. I couldn’t help admiring the sleek, silver convertible. Of course, it totally went with his personality, especially since he had the top down.
With a grin, he jerked his chin at me. “Hop in.”
Nodding in response, I grabbed my purse and then transferred over to his car. “Nice ride,” I mused.
“Thanks. It’s my dad’s.”
“Really?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
With a shrug, I replied, “I don’t know. I guess it seemed to suit you.”
He laughed. “Yeah, my old man and I are too much alike, I guess. My siblings and I call it his midlife crisis car.”
“If he’s anything like my dad, I’m sure he hates hearing that.”
“Oh yeah. He does.”
As Noah exited the parking lot, I asked, “So where are you’re taking me tonight?”
Tearing his gaze away from the road, Noah grinned. “It’s a surprise.”
“Seriously?”
“Totally.”
With a groan, I replied, “I hate surprises.”
“That doesn’t shock me at all,” Noah mused.
