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He thinks upon it for a moment before stating, “Nothing that your ears need to hear, Shorty. Though she was very giving.”
Oh.
Oh.
I try to keep my eyes from bulging and put on a stoic expression, but they’re not my forte. I couldn’t manage Reid’s demeanor for more than a second to save my life.
Remaining silent, I dare not ask any more questions about his dating life, but I am curious about it. What kinds of women does he date, and are they as moody as he is? Women who dress in all black with over-the-top eyeliner and love listening to rock music? The last thing on my Spotify playlist that I listened to was Taylor Swift, and I don’t think I own a black shirt.
Why are you comparing yourself to Reid’s ex-girlfriends? Stay on the mission, Mayfield.
“Don’t stay quiet,” Reid professes then. “You’re starting to scare me.”
I have nothing else to say that would be helpful to me right now.
Especially since he’s so closed-off and touchy.
“I’m just enjoying the game,” I go for; not sure if he’s going to buy it, but I am actually having a really nice time.
“You should have Weston take you to a game. I’ll get you tickets.”
“Really?” He responds by taking another drink of his beer. “You don’t have to—”
“I know what I don’t have to do,” he replies, licking his bottom lip and, God help me, retaining my attention, too. “Might as well help you the best I can. Fuck knows where he’d take you if he finally grew a pair of balls to ask you out.”
“Maybe he’s nervous.”
“Maybe he sucks.”
I scoff because here comes the jerkface again. “Well, that’s fine because I swallow.”
When I tell you Reid’s whole face takes forever to look over at me, I know I shocked the crap out of him. But I didn’t mean to do it inappropriately.
Or did you?
I could argue with myself all day long, but the heart of the matter is that I like keeping him on his toes because he does more than enough to keep me on mine.
“Do you now?” he coaxes with a quirked brow. “I wouldn’t lead off with that, Shorty. He might get the wrong idea of what you’re trying to do here.”
Lifting my chin, I won’t have to worry about that. “Weston is a gentleman. I don’t develop crushes on creeps.”
“Shorty”—Reid leans in, his bulgy shoulder rubbing up against mine and my breathing hitches. The abrupt smell of pine fills my nostrils, and—no. I will not change hats and put mine on Reid’s—“I told you to up your standards. Creep is an upgrade from what Weston currently is.”
“You’re too harsh,” I lightly scold. “What has he done to you, anyway?”
“What has he done for you?” he returns. “I’ve already said the guy leaves you alone with no help or any way to manage. That’s not what men do.”
“Well, you did say you liked a giving woman.”
Pull back, Hollyn. You’re playing with scorching hot fire right now.
His lips coil into a small smirk before he shrinks back into his chair and flicks those hazel eyes back to the ice. “You don’t fool me, Hollyn. The more time that goes on, the more I think I underestimated you.”
“How? Because of my amazing taste in literature?”
“Your porn books aren’t impressive,” Reid says, and the woman in front of him peeks around her shoulder to look up at me. Yep, my cheeks turn flame then. “It’s the fact that you’re sitting here with me, learning a sport you know shit about, just for some clarity around the situation.”
I’m still confused.
