“Well, you are.” She giggles.
Her friend has turned to eye me up as well. Shit, I really should have kept my fucking mouth shut!
“The Silent Knight, right?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I cringe, remembering that interview published in theNolan U Sports Digestat the beginning of the football season. Ugh. So painful. The interviewer called me the Silent Knight, like I was some god among my team or some shit. I’m nothing special, and I didn’t win that game.Wewon the game. Theentire teamwon that game. I didn’t want any glory for it, but she labeled me, and that frickin’ nickname stuck for way too long.
The guys hassled the shit out of me, and it took months of low growls and cringing frowns before people finally dropped it.
My body tenses at the thought of having to counter that shit with these two.
Thankfully, the line moves forward, and I can point ahead of me and indicate that the girls need to turn around and place their order.
They get distracted with that and I breathe a sigh of relief, pulling out my phone and trying to look busy so they hopefully won’t attempt to reengage.
What are you doing?
Aren’t you trying to find yourself a girl?
What’s wrong with the two hotties in front of you?
I frown at my phone screen, wondering where I should start.
Talon nails?
Indecisive?
Too flirty?
You are one picky MOFO, you know that?
“So, the Silent Knight, huh?” An amused voice behind my back has me spinning with a jolt.
Smirking up at me with those sparkling brown eyes of hers is Dani Hill.
She snickers. “You must love that one.”
“Hate it with every fiber of my being,” I grumble.
She snorts and shakes her head, no doubt thinking that Atlas would have had a field day with it.
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.” She lifts her chin at the two girls who are still placing their orders. Miss Indecisive is really drawing things out. Now she’s stressing over which muffin to get—will it be apple cinnamon or blueberry?
Seriously?
I glance back at Dani with an exaggerated frown that has her snickering again.
“So, are you a Java Jeans regular?” I can’t help asking, because how has she been in Nolan since January and I haven’t bumped into her once?
Although, it’s possible my brain wasn’t expecting to see her, so we could have passed and not noticed each other.
“I wouldn’t say a regular. My roommate owns a kick-ass coffee machine, so I usually make something on that, but I wanted to go for a walk this morning and figured I’d reward myself with a coffee afterward.”
My eyes skim down her body before I can stop myself.
Damn, she looks good in yoga pants.
I gaze down at her tiny sneakers and am reminded of those times we’d sit on the floor opposite each other and put the soles of our feet together, waging a war on who could force whose legs to bend.
