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Rowan practically growls and picks up his chocolate milk.
“So, Leigh, tell me why you look so familiar.” Tweetie places his crossed arms on the table and leans in closer to me.
“Um…”
Shit, I rack my brain to try to remember if Conor ever played with Tweetie. Conor’s with the Florida Fury now, and Tweetie played for the Fury, too, but Tweetie was already in Nashville before Conor got there. There’s no way our paths should’ve ever crossed.
“She has that look. You know, where everyone thinks they know her.” Alara pulls his attention off me.
“No, she doesn’t,” Rowan says. “There’s nothing ordinary about her.”
My stomach does a swoosh as if I’m on a rollercoaster.
Tweetie scrunches his eyebrows at Rowan. “Okay, man, you need to tone down the stalker vibes.”
“I think it was sweet,” Alara says, smiling at Rowan. “It’s okay to like my girl. She’s awesome. But you have to share her.”
“Oh, Magic doesn’t share. I do, however.” Tweetie winks at me.
“Yeah, not my thing.” I’m not sure what to make of this guy.
Rowan’s fingers wrap tighter around my leg and slide up closer to the apex of my thighs. I straighten my back and force myself to take a deep breath. I’ll never make it through breakfast at this point.
“Can we remember innocent ears over here?” Henry chimes in, and we all look at Bodhi, who is busy piling waffles into his mouth.
Tweetie turns his attention back to us. “So, Leigh, what do you do besides my boy here?”
“Funny.” I give him a half-assed smile.
“Inappropriate,” Henry says, looking up from his phone.
“I’m in school to become a child psychologist.” Alara raises her hand as though she was asked the question, and I can’t thank her enough for taking the spotlight off me.
“That’s great.” Henry pockets his phone and starts a conversation with her about why she decided to get into that line of work.
Which leaves me with Tweetie and Rowan. I drill a hole into the pancake man’s peripheral. I want my pancakes now.
“You a Falcons fan at least?” Tweetie asks.
“I am.”
“You from Chicago?”
“I am.” He doesn’t need to know anything else about me.
“Who’s your second favorite player since Rowan is probably your first now?”
“Why don’t we cool it with the inquisition?” Rowan says before finishing his chocolate milk.
“Hey, I’m trying to get to know the girl better, okay?” Tweetie brings his coffee mug to his lips. “You should be happy I care so much. Her bff isn’t vetting you.” He glares at Alara, but she’s too busy talking to Henry to hear him.
“Last I checked, we’re not dating,” I say.
“Yet,” Tweetie says.
“Excuse me?”
“Yet. I see it. My boy really likes you. You must have one magic pussy.”
