“And once he handed over the reins of the team to me, he flitted off to Europe. It’s just been me here with the team ever since.”
“Hey.” This time, it’s me giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. “You’re killing it. I mean, hell, we won the cup last year. That’s not an easy feat.”
“God. All we’re talking about is sports.” Bexley laughs, breaking the mood between the two of us. “You see why I have so much trouble with this.”
“How are you not someone’s dream girl?”
Bexley’s eyes widen ever so slightly.
Fuck.
“See, this is why I’m terrible at this. I never know the right thing to say.” Setting my glass on the table, I bury my face—burning bright with embarrassment—in my hands.
“Hey, stop overthinking it. You agreed to this whole thing. To helping one another get better.”
I feel movement next to me, and when I turn, Bexley is right there. Not even an inch away from me.
This close, I can see every detail of her beautiful face.
The way her lashes kiss her cheeks. The slight upturn at the tip of her nose. How her bottom lip sticks out ever so slightly more than her top lip.
Pale, flawless skin.
It would be so easy to capture her lips with mine. To taste the sweet and smoky bourbon on her lips. To feel how soft they really are.
Would it be as good as I’m imagining? A woman like Bexley has to be a good kisser. Not good—fucking great.
Bexley’s nails claw into my arm, drawing me out of my daydreaming.
“I think we should call it a day.”
It’s like a bucket of ice water thrown on me.
Clearing my throat, I stand and try to put as much distance between the two of us as I can. I don’t need her to think that I’m some kid who can’t keep it in his pants.
Of course that’s probably how she sees me. She’s more than a fucking decade older than I am. God, she’s probably taking pity on me. I should end this before I get sucked into her world even further.
“Maybe you can come over next week?”
“Sure thing, Bexley.” So much for ending this.
“Bex. Call me Bex.”
I smile down at her. “Okay, Bex.”
But when she shows me to the door and leans up to press a kiss to my cheek, all thought flees.
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” she tells me.
“Not soon enough,” I mutter.
Chapter Eight
NICK
“Ithink he’s sick.”
“Can you take him to the vet?” Piper asks over the phone.
