“I’m glad you’re enjoying your stay.” I try to inch around him, but the guy is nearly as wide as the hallway. Someone works out. Another thing I don’t have time for.
“This has never happened to me before.”
This is officially the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had. Which is saying a lot considering I live on an island where the locals think mermaids exist and will talk your ear off until you agree that yes, mermaids do exist and so-and-so around the corner could definitely be one if she didn’t have legs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I do really need to go.”
“But I’m Gage Edwards.”
My brow wrinkles. “Is your name supposed to mean something to me?”
“You seriously don’t know who I am?”
I blow out a breath. I hate the games men play. I’ve never understood them. And I definitely don’t have time to figure this guy out. “Can you move? I’m in a hurry.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge, and his t-shirt strains. What are they feeding this guy? He’s huge. I wonder how those arms would feel wrapped around me.
I must be more tired than I thought. I don’t wonder how it feels to be hugged by a man. Even if the man in question is the most handsome specimen of manhood I’ve ever seen.
“I’m a running back for the Steel City Seals.”
My nose wrinkles. “Are the Seals some kind of sports team?”
“If you’re playing a game, you’re the best actress I’ve ever met.”
I snort. “Met a lot of actresses, have you?”
“In fact, I have.”
I wait for him to crack a smile or laugh at his own joke but his face remains unchanged. Huh. Maybe this sports team is a big deal.
“Okay, well, it was nice to meet you, Gage Edwards. Good luck with your sports.”
I motion for him to get out of my way and he finally moves. I hurry down the hallway.
“It’s football, by the way,” he hollers after me and I glance over my shoulder at him. “The sport I play is football.”
I give him a thumbs-up. “Good for you.”
His mouth gapes open. “You aren’t playing a game.”
“I have no time for games, Gage Edwards.”
But if I had time, I’d sure love to play a few rounds or innings or whatever with Gage. He probably has stamina.
Tingles erupt in my stomach and travel down to my core. How would it feel to have him strip off my clothes and touch every inch of my body? Taste every inch of my body.
My phone rings, and I sigh. All the tingles disappear as I listen to Penelope rant about Mila.
Chapter 2
Gage – a football player who’s fascinated with a singer who doesn’t know who he is
Gage
Igrunt as I push the weight into the air. My arms tremble with the movement.
“Someone should have spent more time lifting weights and less time chasing girls,” Tanner teases.
