“So, it’s that serious?”
“I told you it was.”
“This must be some sort of record for you,” Reid quips.
Man, for as much shit as these guys give me, they must have seen me as a totally reckless player. I guess I was. I didn’treally see women in the way that you find your life’s purpose in one. Not until I met Tab, anyway. I thought they were a good distraction from my real life—football.
“Tell us about her,” Davis says.
I peek at Micah who’s just now walking back from the showers. “I think I’ll keep her to myself for now.”
“Oh, come on,” Reid says. “You can’t blame us. If we learned the name of every woman you’ve been with since you came to Tennessee, we wouldn’t have room for anything else.”
“Ha. Ha. How do you put up with this guy?” I ask Cade.
He shrugs. “He grows on you. But also, I don’t have room to talk since I was the same way. Oh, and don’t let him get away with it. Before he had Briar, he was the same way.”
Reid shoots him a look. “That’s because I couldn’t have Briar.”
“So, do we get to see a pic of this girl or what?” Micah asks.
My stomach drops to my nuts. Does Micah know? Is he trying to fuck with me?
He shakes his head. “If you don’t have a picture…”
“I have a picture. I’m keeping her to myself right now. She’s beautiful. Soft brown hair, blue eyes. She makes me laugh.”
“What does she do?” Cade asks.
Shit. “She owns her own business.”
“What kind of business?”
This is the worst position. If I don’t say what it is, they’ll think I don’t care enough about her to know, but if I say what it is, it might give us away.
“She co-owns a mom-and-pop fashion store.”
“In town?” Micah asks. “What’s the name?”
“I’m not telling you assholes. One of you will have her picture pulled up in ten seconds and be passing your phone around.”
Micah narrows his gaze at me, but I just grin back. Davis speaks up. “Let me know if you want a table at the restaurant. I’ll pull some strings.”
“I don’t think we’re a fancy dinner type of couple, but maybe. Or are you only offering so you can spy on us?”
“I’m not saying I won’t make sure I’m at the restaurant to catch a glimpse of the girl who’s captured your attention.”
“Would you shut it down for me like you did for Freeman?”
“Eh, probably not.”
I flip him off. “Fine. I’ll make sure we’re photographed going into Fritz’s.”
“Ooh,” a chorus rings up around us at the mention of his biggest competitor. I chuckle, and Davis playfully narrows his gaze at me.
“Have fun eating second-rate food. Couples who stay together eat at Don Dilelo’s together.” He cracks himself up, his round, full laugh filling the locker room. “That might have to be our next marketing slogan.”
“You do that. I’m going to go see my girl.”
