“So you’re trying to prove to her that that’s not the case? What if she realises that shedoeswant a man – that she wantsyou– and you realise that you don’t like this version of yourself? What would happen then?”
“You’re asking too many questions, Tyler. I’ve just agreed to a date. I haven’t made any promises.”
“If you say so.”
“I’m talking to someone with secret skills that every woman in town is familiar with – do you really think you’re the right person to give me advice on this?”
“What I do has nothing to do with what you and Jordan are doing. I know what I’m doing, and so do the women who want to discover my hidden talents.”
“Trust me, I’ve been perfectly clear, too.”
“Okay, then. I guess you just have to win this tournament, and then we’ll see how it goes.”
I sigh. “Exactly.”
“And what happens if you don’t win?”
I look at him. “I don’t lose, Hayes.”
He shakes his head in amusement.
I don’t lose; and I always get what I want.
Niall
You never told me.
What?
That it wasn’t a date.
You didn’t ask.
That may be true, but I don’t give her the satisfaction.
Admit it: you’re starting to like this game.
What game are we talking about?
I think about this for a moment. This could be part of the game, too.
Are you coming to training on Thursday?
That depends.
On what?
The seconds tick by, agonisingly slow.
Do you want me to come?
Oh, Headmistress. This game is so much more fun when it gets hard – and I’m not just talking about my magic wand.
That depends, too.
On what?
On what you’ll be wearing.
