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“Agreed. I’ve been told it’s a work in progress.”
I nod before walking away, pulling out my phone before he’s even left my office.
Lucy: Did you know about the nonfraternization policy?
Lucy: (Laughing Emoji)
Wes: Yep
Okay, then. So what? He just doesn’t care?
Lucy: I think some might consider what we’re doing to be fraternizing
One of our linebackers knocks on my door as soon as I’ve pressed send, so I don’t get to check Wes’s response until after he’s gone. But the second he leaves the room; I pick up my phone, smiling in anticipation.
Wes: Won’t happen again. You can relax
What?!My insides twist at his words before I’ve even processed why he would say it. We hooked up yesterday, and while I wasn’t convinced of it happening again, he definitely alluded to it. What’s changed between now and then? Or is this hot and cold attitude he has the real Wes, and no one ever knows which version they’re gonna get?
I really thought I was making progress, but obviously not.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wes
What.The.Fuck?
Lucy has a daughter? I stand frozen, just outside her door, as Aaron’s words run on repeat through my mind.“Your daughter is more important.” What?!
Lucy. Has. A. Daughter.
Since when? She’s neveroncementioned that. Maybe shewasmarried. Or maybe sheismarried…and doesn’t wear her rings. I’ve been trying to push the surname change out of my mind, in fact…Holy Shit!Dylan’s brother-in-law is Thomas Kelly, Seattle’s quarterback. ThomasKelly. Did she fucking marry Thomas? Is he married? Jesus, I’ve never wished to have kept up with gossip sites more than I do right now.
With one hand running nervously through my hair, I snap out of my daze and walk away, reaching for my phone. Bringing up my search engine, I type inThomas Kelly’s wifeand am about to click go when it occurs to me that itdoesn’t fucking matter. Husband, no husband. She’s lyingagain. Yes, it’s a lie by omission, but at this point, that’s enough. I don’t have the emotional energy to waste my time on people like that. Especially after how badly it fucked me up last time.
God, I wish I hadn’t walked past her office. I could have stayed blissfully unaware. Then again, I guess it’s better that I know.
And she has the nerve to text me about the nonfraternization policy. As if she’s not hiding a huge fucking secret.
I can’t do this again. I’m spiraling, just like I did years ago. And it’s the same woman involved.Fuck my life.
I spend the rest of the day on the field with the team, and by the time we’re finishing up I’m well and truly ready to crash. But I can’t. The big guy, a.k.a the athletic director, a.k.a Bossman called another meeting for six p.m.—SixP.M.—and my teeth grate as I storm to the room, loudly dropping into a spare seat.
“We have a fundraiser at the end of the season and…”
Bore. Major bore. I don’t plan on being the head coach by the end of the season so I don’t need to pay attention here. He’s talking…alumni and beneficiaries and…I’m out. I might be required to be there at the event, but since the guy filling in for my proper role isn’t here, I know I won’t be required to help when I’m back in my original receiver coach position. So, instead of listening, I picture all the ways I could be spending my time, rather than this hellhole.
I’m on a beach in Hawaii surrounded by white sand, beautiful women, and… loud as fuck, drunk teenagers.Nope that won’t work.
I’m running down the field toward the end zone. The crowd roars, I’m almost to victory…until I’m hit from the side.Fuck,that won’t work either.
Relaxing in a bar for a drink…nope. Watching Netflix…nope. Dancing…hell no.
“… He has this built-in ability…” The AD’s still waffling on but… wait, that’s a song.
“Invisible Touch” by Genesis, one of my favorites. I could be rocking out in my living room, singing it loudly, out of tune…alsonope… that one reminds me of Lucy.
Lucy… Lucy…My time could be spent pushing her against a wall and stepping between her open legs. I could be gripping her long ponytail and angling her head to accept my kiss. I could be inside her. I could…fuuuuck.My shorts tighten to the point of being uncomfortable, and I have to subtly adjust myself. That spiraled quickly. I don’t evenwantto be doing that. Any of it. I just want to get the fuck home and be done with today.
