“Would you cut it out?” Fields snaps and Miller holds his hands up in surrender.
“So, it was as easy as meeting in the bar?” I try to keep us on topic before Miller derails the story again.
“HA, he wishes. My guy hadto work for it.”
Again, Fields glares at Miller. They really are brothers. “Not quite. She was hesitant. You already know she’s famous in Hollywood, but most don’t know she was treated like shit. That woman was lost. She needed the trip to rediscover her purpose. She’d also been burned by all the men in her life.”
“I thought she and Coach had a good relationship.” From everything I’ve heard about them, which admittedly isn’t much since they keep a lot private, they seem like a solid family unit.
Miller answers my question. “Shit yeah, she’s a daddy’s girl through and through. He thinks she walks on water.”
“They have a great relationship, and I witnessed it when we were in Belize,” Fields confirms.
“Tell him about the FaceTime. OMG that was hilarious.” Miller’s already laughing at whatever that means.
“FaceTime?”
“Ivory and I were hanging out one night after our first flight got cancelled and she thought it would be a good idea to call her dad and tell him we were together. Soften the blow of me not being able to come home or something.”
“But she hit FaceTime instead right before my boy was about to kiss her.” Miller gets to the point, still cracking up.
“I was not,” Fields attempts to protest, but I see the slight tip of his lips.
“You definitely were. The tension!” Miller raises a fist in the air.
“Oh shit. How did that go?” I can’t imagine accidentally calling a girl’s dad when I was about to kiss her, let alone on video.
“’Bout as good as you’d expect it to go.” Fields laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “He texted me later and told me to watch after his girl.”
“He sure watched her alright.” Miller reaches out for a high five.
“When did you know to make your move?” I’m asking purelyto get to know Fields, not because I have debated making a move on Bree.
Nope, I definitely haven’t thought about that since I left her in her office where she was desperately trying to hide her attraction behind work.
“I didn’t really. I wasn’t sure what to do if I’m honest. I didn’t want to push her into something she didn’t want. It was a weird situation. There we were in Belize, trapped on an island together because we couldn’t come home, sharing a house and practically strangers,” Fields says, seriously.
“But you wanted her, right? Like obviously there was something going on?” It’s hard for me to understand how you could spend all that time with a woman like Ivory Crenshaw and not want her.
“We built a friendship first,” Fields dodges the question.
“These guys put theslowin slow burn, let me tell ya. Even I was getting blue balls, and I was still in Florida.” Miller leans over and whistles.
“No, dude. Just no.” I don’t want to think about Miller’s balls.
Fields continues his story, “After a month together, I could tell she was letting her guard down. Still, I made her come to me. I was open and transparent from the beginning that I was interested whenever she was ready to make the next move.”
“Ahem, this is where I come in. Tell him about my idea.” Miller can’t keep his mouth shut during this story.
“Is he always like this?” I ask.
“Unfortunately.” Fields rolls his eyes again.
“My idea was amazing. I don’t know why you struggle to give me credit where it’s due,” Miller praises himself.
“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to inflate your already overinflated ego.”
“Whatever. Basically, I told him to woo her. Plan dates. Make it special. Prove to her that he’s for real and not just treating her like an island fling.” Miller ignores Fields’ jab.
