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“You guys should come though,” he continues. “It’ll be fun. The game starts at seven.”
I hum under my breath. Seven might be cutting it close. “How long are the games?”
It’s Isla who answers. “Usually like 2.5-3 hours. It’ll be fine.” She gives me her best innocent look, wide green eyes shining up at me, pleading for me to say yes. I hate when she does that. She knows I can’t say no.
I groan, “Fine. I’ll go.” Baylor and Isla high five over my head and I roll my eyes. I’ll just have to be ready to leave straight from the arena to work. “It’s here, right?”
Isla nods eagerly and claps her hands together in excitement. “It’s going to be so fun!” She smacks a loud kiss against my cheek, making Baylor chuckle. I shake my head as Isla excuses herself to her room to get ready for her class.
Baylor drops into the seat at my side. “Why are you awake so early?” he asks, a yawn stretching his mouth open. I shove his shoulder, pushing him and his morning breath away from me. “I thought I was going to get the chance to wake you up with your favorite thing.”
“Coffee?”
He snorts, shoving me back. “An orgasm.”
Fair. That definitely is on my list of top favorite things. Alas, there’s no rest for the wicked, or the broke. “Sorry, I couldn’t just wait around for you to get up.”
He flips me off, taking note of my empty bowl, coffee cup, and the homework already started in front of me. He catches a piece of my damp hair between his fingers. “Exactly how early did you wake up?”
“Four-thirty,” I answer, turning away from him and focusing on where I left off reading in my textbook.
He whistles, dropping the lock of hair. “And I thought we woke up early.” Checking his phone, he pushes back and stands. “I gotta meet some of the guys for our morning run.”
I hum in response, annotating the paragraph I just read. He laughs, flicking my hair in front of my face. “See you around, Tor.”
“See ya, B,” I respond, not drawing my eyes away from the textbook. I have more work to get done today if I’m going to go to the game with Isla. He doesn’t make any jokes about me walking him out this time, nor any promises about a next time. But I think we both know, there will be.
Just as I start to zone out, Baylor sticks his head back inside our front door, clearing his throat. “Umm, you have flowers out here.”
My eyes don’t leave my computer screen even in my confusion. “What?”
I hear the creak of the door being pushed open and finally like my gaze just as Baylor carries in a giant bouquet of daisies and white lilies in a large glass vase. “Flowers,” he repeats.
“They must be from Wells,” I say, perplexed why he didn’t just knock.
Baylor shakes his head. “Not unless you think Wells thinks your beauty is as delicate as these flowers and your temper should be too.” His nose scrunches in disgust, lifting the note that says my name in long, bold strokes.
“Is that really what it says?” I can’t help but ask.
He nods, still scrunching his nose. “Pretty much. Not signed by anyone.” He turns the card over in his hand, looking it over closely. “Yup, no name.”
Weird. I turn my eyes back to my assignment on the screen. “You can have them.”
“What am I going to do with your flowers?”
“Whatever you want.”
He scoffs. But doesn’t argue as he leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. I look up to find he did take the flowers with him. Guess even big, tough guys like Baylor like flowers.
I’ll have to remember that.
seven
BUSH: 2
Flowers?
And not just any flowers. The softest, most innocent looking flowers? An all white bouquet. Pft. I shake my head and scoff as I head out of the Wild West. Torryn is so not a flower girl, and if she was,delicateis the last way to go.
