Page 17 of Mr. Swoony

Rowan reaches over and presses the button to go faster over and over, making Tweetie have to jog then run.

“I’m kidding, asshole,” Tweetie says. “I stopped looking once you got all serious, and I found out she was Pinkie’s sister.”

Rowan continues to stretch. “Back to the blonde?”

Oh fuck, I’m not sure I want to have this conversation with anyone here.

“Ah, the blonde bride-to-be who Conor ruined for her soon-to-be husband.”

“Jackoff, I didn’t fuck her.” I stop my treadmill, annoyed and frustrated.

“You wanted to,” he says, stopping his treadmill too and following me to the benches.

Fuck yeah, I did, but I’m not telling them.

“You got with a bride-to-be?” Rowan asks.

He looks as confused as I am because he knows I’d never cheat on anyone or be the one they cheated with. He saw Kyleigh and me through our parents’ divorce.

“No. I helped a bride-to-be get her drunk bridesmaid into her hotel room. End of story.”

“Except.” Tweetie lifts his hand then points at me. “You didn’t get home until five in the morning.”

Rowan’s eyes shoot up and glance between us.

I shake my head. “It sounds bad, but honestly, I didn’t do anything. And how do you know when I got home?”

“I have eyes everywhere,” Tweetie says with a shrug.

“Sounds like you’re holding out on some details,” Rowan says, bending his body practically in half.

“Hell, what is my sister doing to you?”

“She’s getting me in shape. In more ways than one.” He winks, and both assholes laugh. “Now, stop deflecting. Give us the details.”

I lean my forearms on my thighs and stare at the floor for a second. “Have you ever met someone and instantly felt like there’s something between you? Not to sound stupid, but a spark that just feels different. A familiarity?”

“No,” Tweetie says—a little too defensively.

“You don’t want to hear this, but I felt something similar with your sister.” I blow out a breath, but Rowan continues. “I wanted to see her again, and then I wanted to talk to her, and then I couldn’t get enough of her. But if you really want to know, that first night at that wedding, I was completely obsessed with her before we ever left the venue.”

It’s the affirmation I was looking to hear. That you can find a connection with someone you’ve just met. But there’s one problem—the woman I felt chemistry with is marrying someone else.

“Well, it was a one-night thing, and it’s over.” I shrug.

“Except you’re all in your feelings about it,” Tweetie says.

“Man, that sucks. She’s marrying some other guy? Do you think she’s happy with him?” Rowan joins us on the benches.

“Funny thing is, Jade is her maid of honor. I guess they were high school friends?”

“Are you talking about Eloise?” Rowan asks, mouth agape.

My head rears back. He knows her too? How has she met two of my teammates and our paths have never crossed until now? “You know her?”

“Kyleigh designed her dress.”

I stare blankly at him. He’s got to be kidding me.

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