Page 149 of What if It's Us

Her smile is slight, but wicked. Almost dangerous. “Then I guess I should thank you for allowing me to live there rent-free.”

Fuck.

She’s good.

But I’ll be damned if I let her win.

I laugh under my breath, stepping back before I do something stupid.

“Well,” I throw one last glance her way. “Hope you like it hot. Next game? I’m coming back on fire.”

“Good.” She nods biting the tip of her pen. “Then I’ll finally have something nice to write about you.”

You can hear a pin drop as all the air is sucked out through the collective gasps of every male reporter in the room. Thesmirk that hits my face though is a surprise to them. By all means I could be pissed. I could roll my eyes. I could scoff at her assertive confidence. I could say a few things that would make me look like a complete dick. But I don’t. My smirk isn’t about our win or loss tonight.

It’s about her.

Fucking Blakely Rivers.

I’ll let her win this little battle for now, but she absolutely will not win the war.