“Really?” Tucker’s eyes flash with interest as he dares me. “Come on then. If it’s that easy, why don’t you try to predict my future?”
I’m an extremely stubborn person—Jodie can attest to it and so can my mom—and the challenging glint in Tucker’s eyes spurs me on.
“Sure, why not?”
The smile on his face widens. “Why don’t we make this more interesting with a wager?”
“You want to bet on something? I don’t have a lot of money, just FYI.”
He chuckles. “No, playing for money is boring. You have to guess five things about me. If you fail, I get to kiss you.”
My eyes travel from Tucker’s blue gaze to his lips of their own accord.
His lips have a very pretty shape for a guy and they look really soft. Just the thought of those lips on mine fills my stomach with butterflies.
Tucker’s question brings me back to earth.
“And what do you want if you win?”
Suddenly the thought of winning doesn’t sound that appealing anymore. “If I win, you help me and Jodie find a job if we don’t make the team.”
He shakes his head. “I already told you I would, and I always keep my promises. Pick something else.”
If I win, I want you to take me on another date.
I almost said it, but I change my mind at the last second. Tucker is really nice and there’s an easy vibe between us, but it’s hard to miss the fact that he’s confident to the point of being a little cocky. I want to see him again, but I don’t think it would hurt him to work for it a little. And I would like him to ask me on a date because he really wants to rather than out of obligation.
“I don’t know. You buy me a souvenir? Nothing expensive, just something to remind me of my first night in Star Cove.”
“Deal.” He says, taking my hand to shake and seal our wager.
I keep his hand in mine and turn it around so it’s palms up. “Open, so I can do my reading.”
TUCKER
Don’t get hard, don’t get hard… For the love of God, don’t gethard.
It’s easier said than done, though.
Does the fact that my cock is thickening when Taryn is tracing the lines on my palm with her fingers make me a loser?
If it does, then so be it. Because I’m struggling really hard not to get… hard.
But I need to keep the situation downstairs under control. Taryn and I have just met, and I don’t want her to think that I’m a creep.
I have to concentrate on the reading that she’s supposed to give me and possibly win our bet.
I’ve been dying to kiss this beautiful woman since the second I saw her walking into Joe’s with Talia and the Zeta sisters.
And if I play my cards right, I might get my wish. For that to happen, however, I need to make sure I don’t walk around Star Cove pier with the biggest boner this town has seen since it was founded in the early 1800s.
I haven’t felt this attracted to a woman since Bex came to stay with her brother—our former team captain—last year.
I’d been crushing on her so hard, and I’ve been so heartbroken that my feelings weren’t reciprocated, that I’ve been living like a monk. No one could hold my interest and get me out of this funk until today.
Thinking about Bex for some reason does the trick to calm down the situation in my jeans. Heartbreak isn’t sexy, and I hope to never again fall for someone who doesn’t want me.
Taryn is studying my palm, tracing the lines on it with a featherlight touch, her long pink nails tickling a little. Her blonde eyebrows are furrowed as she thinks about what her prediction is going to be.
