Page 40 of Hard to Score

Just like it did all those years ago.

“Nice shoes.” You waited for me.

“They seem to get the job done.” A sly smile lights up her face as her eyes take me in and my mind wanders to all the places she can wear those while getting a different job done.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought we had some unfinished business to discuss.”

“Like?” I play coy.

“Like the merits of loving mustard as a condiment.”

“We’re still on that?” I ask, and then glance down the corridor to where some of the guys start laughing before looking back to her. It’s weird to have a woman in this space who gets what I do and who isn’t intimidated or enamored by the trappings of this industry.

“We are.” She shrugs shyly. “Or we could move on to discussing other things that deserve merit.”

“Such as?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and the action has my full attention.

Does she have any idea how many hours I lay in my bed the other night thinking about that mouth? Wanting that mouth? What I’d do to that mouth?

“Such as unfinished kisses.” She purses her lips as her eyes meet mine. “Such as finishing what we started. Such as following through on promises made.”

I take a step toward her but the little shake of her head tells me not here, not now.

“That’s a lot of unfinished promises.”

“It is,” she murmurs.

“And what do you propose we do about that?”

“Oh, the possibilities,” she teases and the throaty laugh that follows has my balls drawing up at the sound. “I’m free later if you’d like to discuss them.”

“I like the sound of that, but I have things already planned that I can’t get out of.” I glance over my shoulder at the laughter coming from where the guys are heading toward us. “It’s Laughlin’s birthday. We’re all taking him out to Top Golf for a little competition and a drink or two.”

She nods. “That sounds like trouble.”

“Could be. Perhaps.” I itch to reach out and touch her. “Tomorrow maybe? I have training but after?”

She hisses in dismay. “I can’t. I have plans with someone who’s here from out of town.”

Our eyes hold across the short distance and anticipation dances in the air between us.

“And I’m traveling after that.” I chuckle. “It’s been ten years, I guess another day or two won’t hurt.”

“Guess not.” She angles her head to the side. Fuck me. She looks like the perfect mix of siren and saint, and I want a piece of both.

I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that she’s here in front of me. How exactly did this happen?

“Hey, Bowman. You ready to get your ass kicked?” Hanover asks as he slaps me on the back. “Oh, hey, I didn’t see you there, Brexton. Sorry.”

“Hey, Hanover. Great game on Sunday,” she says, referring to his three sacks and one interception.

“At least I’m good at something.” He laughs. “Because golfing ain’t one of them. I’d invite you to come along, Kincade, but I have a feeling it’s going to get U-G-L-Y and I’m not talking about this guy’s mug.”

“Thanks for the invite, but I’ve got work to do,” she says.