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She snaps her fingers. “Oh darn.”
I laugh. “You could try a little harder to look convincing.”
Shrugging, she walks my way. “It would be wasted effort. You know I loathe him.”
“True.”
She stops when she reaches me. One of her dark eyebrows rises before she asks, “How did Rogan play?”
“He was great.”
She grins. “That’s fantastic.”
I know her happiness has more to do with how much she dislikes Brett than her love for the team. She has no interest in football, or any other sport for that matter, beyond checking out the athletic men who play.
“Yeah, he was pretty pumped after the game.”
Her eyes spark with interest. “You spoke with him?”
“It’s my job, Scar.”
“Are you saying you only talked about the game?” I fidget under her close scrutiny. “I’m waiting.” She pushes for my reply.
“No. He invited me… I mean us, over to his place for a cookout.”
She squeals. “When?”
“Now.”
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you inside getting ready?”
“I told him I probably wasn’t going.”
“A hot, nice guy invites you over and you say no? Why would you do that?”
“I’ve had to deal with people all day. I was looking forward to some decompressing.”
“You can hermit another time. We’re going, so get your juicy ass in the house and change.” She points toward the door.
I groan as I trek along the walkway. “You’re mean.”
She prods the middle of my back, urging me to move faster. “Someday you’ll thank me for making you go.”
“That’s doubtful.” I open the front door and step inside. The cool air hits me, and I sigh with relief. “Don’t make me go back out in that heat.”
“Oh, you’re going. And once you see him half naked on the beach, you’ll be overheating for another reason.”
“I already saw him half naked,” I retort.
Her eyes look like they’re about to pop from their sockets. “What?”
“In the locker room. It was full of guys with little clothing on.”
“You saw Rogan in his underwear, didn’t you? Boxers or briefs? Wait, don’t answer. Let me guess. He’s a boxers guy, right? No tighty whitey’s for him.”
“He had compression shorts on, so I couldn’t tell.”
“How did he look?”
