Page 49 of Waiting for Her

“Everything okay?” I ask when he doesn’t answer me.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah. It’s all good. It uh, looked like you needed an excuse.”

I stare at him with my mouth gaped open. “Are we nineteen?”

“No, but by the looks of things, there was about to be a serious cat fight happening. Pretty sure they were both five seconds away from either pissing on your leg or ripping each other’s hair out.”

“Nah, it was fine,” I don’t even believe the words that just came out of my mouth.

“Right,” he says, barking out a laugh.

“You’re right. Dammit. I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into Kennedy, though. She’s never pushy like she was just now.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was acting pissy with me that I wouldn’t go to some work party with her tomorrow night.”

“That’s all she was mad about?”

“Hell if I know.”

He laughs, bending over at the waist. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be in the middle of some screwed up love triangle with your interviewer andfriend,” he says, using air quotes when he says the word friend. “Speaking of, I told you that you had some explaining to do about Bri. I’m coming over for a beer tonight, and you’re gonna spill.”

“Oh, you are, are you?”

“Yup. After what I saw when I busted into your office on Monday, I expect the full story.”

I scrub a hand down my face and smile. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t asked about it already.

“All right, come on over. I’m only ordering pizza tonight, though.”

“Dinner, too? Lucky me.”

“Dipshit,” I joke and turn to see Bri sitting alone on the same chair she was seated in earlier when talking with Izaak. “See you at seven.”

“Can’t wait,” he says, and I know I hear laughter in his voice.

A light breeze blows through the practice field, and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. I hadalmostforgotten the obsession I had with her hair. It’s back, though, in full force. I catch the soft floral scent that always seemed to follow her and breathe it in deeply. Damn, she always smelled so good. Especially on her neck.

I’m so fucked when it comes to this girl. For six years, I put my feelings aside. Managed to keep them at bay, even when I saw pictures of her or heard the family talking about what she was up to.

There were those few months where I managed to lose it completely. When some asshole kept tagging her on social media, his arm always wrapped around her, or his lips attached to her cheek.

A quick look to my left tells me Kennedy left. Probably stormed off, more like it. But I’m grateful either way.

“How did today go? The boys answer all your questions?” I ask when I get close enough, taking Izaak’s vacated seat.

“They did. Izaak was the last on my list.”

I jerk back in my seat. They had figured on six weeks, but she’s already done with interviews in a week?

“Wow. Already, huh?”

“Well, we decided only to talk with the seniors because they know you the best, so as for talking with players, yeah. I’ve got what I need.”

I don’t want to ask if that means she’s going to leave soon. We need more time.

“Sorry, you’re not getting rid of me that quickly,” she giggles. “I still need to talk to a few of the other staff as well as some of your family members, butSIand the university both wanted me here for six weeks. They want the readers—your fans—to have the full experience. So yeah, I’m done with players’ interviews. But that means now you’re stuck with me by your side watching your every move.”

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