“Yeah, camp is brutal. It’s seven days a week, but then things slow down once preseason starts. We get days off then.”
“All I’m doing on Monday is meeting my boss, going for a tour of the training facilities, and filling out paperwork.”
He turns his head to stare at me at the stove, but his eyes land right on my butt and linger there.
“Are you looking at my ass?” I try joking with him to add some levity back into the evening.
His eyes dart away uncomfortably.
“Of course not.”
“Of course not?” I dramatically glance down at my butt. “What’s wrong with my ass?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it,” he huffs.
“Then why ofcoursenot?”
“Mia.”
“What?”
“You have a beautiful ass.”
My stomach flutters after he pays me the compliment. It shouldn’t but it does. It’s only Rush, but there’s something about his approval and admiration that makes my heart sing a rift.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t give compliments often, which gives them so much more meaning.
Or maybe it’s because something is changing between us.
Something for the life of me I can’t explain.
Thirteen
MIA
Rush clearshis throat and swiftly changes the subject.
“So do you have to come to training camp every day once you start?”
I give him a look like he’s bumped his head too many times on the turf.
“Obviously, duh. Where else am I going to work with the players?”
“Right, that was a dumb question.”
He turns back around and picks up the remote.
“So what are we watching?” he asks in a clipped tone.
He’s acting weird suddenly. Let me rephrase that,weirder. I sit down at the opposite end of my tiny couch and start making my plate.
“I don’t know, maybe something with a superhero.”
He silently starts flicking through the channels looking for an action flick to watch and mindlessly goes right past the firstThormovie.
“Hey, go back a few channels. You totally breezed right by Thor.”
“You want to watch that movie again?”
