Or one of those pervs on the predator catching shows.
BEAU
Bahahahahahahah
GRAY
Dude, that stache got me laid three times in one week, and one of the times was in a hammock.
BEAU
Wait that’s actually impressive.
AJ
idk did she call you sir or detective, tho?
Forget I brought it up.
Chapter 8
BLAKE
GIGI CALLS THE NEXT MORNING while I’m getting dressed. It’s a workday for her, but she has a home office in the Dallas house she shares with her husband, who also happens to be her biggest client. When she didn’t make the Olympics women’s hockey team in college, Gigi pivoted to a career as a sports agent. Because she was able to bring in Luke Ryder, the best player to come out of college hockey in a decade, she landed a junior agenting role at one of the top agencies in the country.
“Is my brother driving you insane yet?”
I pull my denim shorts up my legs and zip them. “Oh yeah.”
Gigi laughs. “Figured. He’s a handful.”
He’s a moody asshole, more like it. Which is something I never knew about Wyatt. I’ve spent time with him on family vacations but never just the two of us and not when I’m hyperaware of everything he’s doing. Or not doing. For example, looking at me. When I came downstairs in my pajamas earlier and told him my plans for the day, he didn’t look my way even once as he made himself some coffee.
Ilooked, though, and what I saw was a cause for concern. Eyes heavy with fatigue. Days-old stubble on his face.
“I don’t think he sleeps,” I tell Gigi. “Should I be worried about that?”
“Oh, that’s nothing new. He’s had insomnia most of his life.”
“He has? I didn’t know that.”
“He doesn’t really talk about it. But you can usually tell it’s getting worse when he acts like a bigger dickhead than normal.”
“Then he must be suffering from it big-time.” I’m unable to stop the sarcasm. “He acted like a total jerk last night.”
Her tone sharpens. “What did he do?”
Deciding it’s not a can of worms I want to open right now, I backpedal. “Nothing heinous or anything. He just snapped at me a few times.”
You’re desperate for attention from any guy who’ll give you five seconds.
You’re not trying to be friendly. You’re trying to be wanted.
My chest tightens with embarrassment as Wyatt’s accusations echo through my mind.
Fuck him for saying that. And fuck him for mocking me about how everyone knew Isaac would cheat on me. If they all knew, why didn’t they warn me then? Why did they let me play house with the man and plan a future with him?
“He hurt my feelings.” The words slip out before I can curb them. “It wasn’t cool.”
