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“We need to talk, Zay.”

“Um, I’m actually on my way to meet my brothers for a drink.”

“Cool. I’ll join you.”

He jerks his head back slightly. “Really?”

“I’m not trying to talk about what happened Friday night. Although, we do need to talk about that. No, I need to talk to you about your coaching style.”

A crease forms between his eyebrows. “Okay,” he drawls.

“Good. Tell me where you’re going and I’ll meet you.”

“Flanagan's Pub.”

“See you there,” I smile. When I get to my Jeep, a notification pops up on my phone. It’s a text from Dell.

Dell: Can you move your Monday session next week to later in the day? I have a scheduling conflict.

Robyn: I don’t have to wake up before the sun?! Of course I will!

Dell: I promise to make your sacrifice worth it

Chapter 28

It's Not Working

Isaiah

“Two pitchers of Guinness,” our server says, setting them down with a thud followed by five clean pint glasses. “Anything else?”

“No,” I say.

“Thank you so much!” Robyn smiles, and carefully pours herself a glass. She’s sitting across from me and when our server turns away, she leans a little closer. “Who orders pitchers of Guinness? This isn’t the proper way to serve it.” She shakes her head.

“We wanted the same thing,” I shrug, taking a glass. “And I know my brothers. This is what we drink at an Irish bar. And since when are you that picky about beer?” I huff. “I seem to remember you doing keg stands in college.”

She lowers her head to watch the light brown cascade of nitrogen give way to black. “That was different,” she smiles. “I’m a classy lady now.”

“Says the woman who recently punched a man in a nightclub.” I grin. “You broke his nose by the way. Good hit. Cheers.”

Her eyes narrow, but she smiles and clinks my glass before we both tap the bottom of the pint on the wooden table and drink.

The creamy foam of the beer sticks to her upper lip and she darts her tongue out to wipe it away. “Since you brought up Friday night, can we talk about what happened before your brothers get here?”

Is there a pile of sand I can stick my head into around here? Be cool. “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

That’s her first question? If I’m okay? The fact that she thinks of my feelings first pulls at my heartstrings.

“I shouldn't have been there, but…” I pause, studying her reactions. “Watching you two together was… incredible.” A tiny smile plays at the corner of her mouth.

“Dell kind of pushed some buttons… said some things.”

“He did, but I don’t know. I deserved it. And I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” she smiles. “Maybe next time—”

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