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“My condo is my haven,” she admits. “That’s partly why I stay. I have friends I can stay with in L.A. and now my brother is here, so I have a place to lay my head in all three places where I work.”

“Sounds like you don’t have to make any decisions yet.”

“No, I guess I don’t.”

I pull onto Main Street and see where traffic is being directed to the adjacent street.

“You going to be okay walking in those heels?” I ask her. “We may not find a place on Main Street.”

She laughs. “I live in New York City—walking is essentially all I do.”

I cut a glance in her direction. “I’m pretty sure it’s not all you do.”

Chapter Fourteen

Maya

Normally, I would have a funny response or some double entendre but I’m not sure that’s the right move with Cash. I can’t explain the vibe between us because this version of Cash is quiet and serious, nothing like the guy I met at that Manhattan club. I had to nudge him along that night—it’s obvious he’s a bit of an introvert—but I can’t get a good read on him. Almost like he’s waffling between wanting to go out with me and wanting to get away.

I hoped he would reach out first, just a text to say hi or whatever, but there was radio silence. When I said I would text him my schedule, he took me at my word and that was that. No checking in, no flirting, nothing. The truth is that I was busy. That wasn’t some bullshit excuse I gave him. It seems like there’s always a fire to put out.

So, I was looking forward to having something to distract me, but I have no doubt if I hadn’t been the one to reach out, we wouldn’t be out tonight.

At least he’s sort of flirting with me now.

“Is tonight just because of my brother?” I ask quietly.

I seem to have caught him off-guard, and there’s a note of confusion in his voice as he says, “Your brother?”

“If the only reason we’re here is because of some misplaced sense of duty, so you don’t look like the guy who fucked his teammate’s sister—I’m telling you straight up that it’s not necessary. Reid knows it was a night of consensual, non-committal fun and that I’m the one who snuck out in the morning. He has no opinions about any of it. But even if he did, it’s none of his business.”

Cash doesn’t say anything as he pulls into a parking spot and turns off the car. Then he turns to me, his expression both somber and apologetic.

“Look, the truth is, this is my first date since my divorce. And I’m fucking nervous.” He sounds so annoyed I almost laugh.

But I don’t because nerves are the last thing I expected him to say and all the responses and scenarios in my head go right out the window.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” I say after a moment, reaching over to rest my hand on his arm. “I have zero expectations. I’m not looking for anything. And I honestly don’t even know how long I’ll be in Atlanta. There won’t be any hard feelings if you want to eat dinner and then shake hands and walk away. Hell, if it makes it easier I’ll say I wasn’t interested in you. Not my type. Whatever.”