I pull at the bottom of my black sweater. “Maybe, but I need to make a living.”
“And I need you to go somewhere with me later,” he says with a sexy grin. “It will only take a couple of hours.”
I compromise by promising to go with him someday, somehow. To the tiny dot on the map that Cam Wild claims I’ll love. When I ask him why, he just tugs my ponytail and says I have to go there with him to find out.
“But for now, you’d better get to practice,” I say. “You don’t want to be late for Coach Craig. I’ll see you there in a few.”
He hesitates but then his cell phone rings, and I can tell by the frustrated look on his face it’s Amy. Cam insists she’s his ex and that she just won’t let go, but I’m fully prepared for them to get back together at some point. High school sweethearts sounds like the kind of thing that doesn’t ever end for good.
* * *
Cameron
With my eyes trained on Savannah’s curvy ass as she makes her way to her desk, I back out of her office with the phone pressed to my ear.
“Why are you calling?” I ask Amy, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. Her calling me is bad enough; her interrupting my time with Savannah is worse.
“Do I need a reason now?” she asks in her typical whiny voice.
I blow out a breath. “Yes, you need a reason. We’ve been broken up for a year and a half.”
She sighs. “Fine. I called to get your advice. On a guy I’m interested in.”
I should be relieved that she’s finally moving on, but the very fact that she’s calling me about this new guy has me on edge. If she were really moving forward, I should be the last person she wants to talk to.
My phone beeps. Thank Christ.
“I’ve got to take this call,” I tell Amy. “Ask your sister for advice. Or your girlfriends. Leave me out of it.”
“You’re no fun anymore,” she grumbles.
She used to complain that all I did was have fun.
I tell her good-bye and click over.
“Bray,” I say. “How’s Leleila?”
I head down the hallway toward the lockers. I’ve got a few minutes before I have to get ready for practice.
“We’ve been together four months now,” he says. “Are you going to ask me that every time we talk?”
“Yep. Because I know it pisses you off. And at the same time, you want to tell me how good things are between you two. So I’m just giving you the opening.”
My cousin, Brayden, and I were the only two single guys left out of the six of us. Five Wild cousins, including me, and Jenson, our close friend. Colton and Dylan married first, and we all just went to Jenson and Olivia’s wedding on New Year’s Eve. Ayden and Bella are getting married in the spring, and I have no doubt Brayden and Leleila will be joining them soon. Leleila’s ex made her want to wait on marriage for a while, but I see the way she looks at Brayden. They’re in it for the long haul.
So now the list of single guys is down to just me.
A fact they all like to remind me of.
“We’re having a guys’ night next week,” Brayden says into the phone.
“Oh, yeah?” I say, a pang of frustration hitting me that I can’t join them. “Dyl and Colt are coming up to Montana?”
“They are,” he says. “Jasalie and Sky are going to hang with Leleila, and us three guys are going to fly to Minneapolis.”
“What?” I start. “Why?”
“Cam.” Brayden speaks patiently. “We know you’re pissed off about having to play for a new team. But you’ve been with them for a month now, and we haven’t had a chance to see you play. Football season’s over, and Colt and Dyl have nothing going on. We don’t have to come to a game if you don’t want—we can just meet you afterward. But we’re coming regardless. Dyl has the plane booked already.”
