Page 33 of Blindsided By Fake Love

“Scrum. I said scrum,” she rakes her hand through her hair. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I’m driving you crazy?!” I snort. “You’re supposed to be teaching me about rugby, remember?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“Yelling out weird words I don’t understand.” Genevieve turns and glares at me, and I can’t help myself. I chuckle. And then I chortle some more. Before I know it, Gen is giggling with me.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let Beau teach you,” she snickers. “I don’t have the patience while trying to watch.”

She turns back to the screen and starts screaming. “They got another try. They got another try.” When she whirls around to me with her hand in the air, her excited expression turns pained. “You don’t know what a try is, do you?”

I pull my bottom lip in through my teeth and sheepishly shrug. “I know what the word ‘try’ means but forgot what it means in rugby.”

“Ugh,” she groans, covering her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry. Sports are your thing,” I chuckle. She turns back to the game and continues watching. I glance at the score and see the Marauders are down by two. “Except for golf. You don’t like golf, do you?”

I hear her mumble something under her breath but she doesn’t answer me. Her new client is a professional golfer and is well known. EvenI’veheard of Luke Nichols, and I don’t know anyone in sports.

Doesn’t hurt that he’s from a town close to Starhaven. Which means the locals are always keeping track of him.

He’s a bit of a celebrity, despite being a tad grumpy.

Gen, however, is not a fan.

Genevieve, who is notorious for commenting on a man’s physical appearance—and Luke is a ‘hot male model’ type—has said nothing. Not to mention, she’s avoided answering any questions I’ve asked about him.

“YES!” Genevieve screams. “They scored!” She jumps around, cheering and doing this odd dance she does. I can’t even describe it.

“Can you please stop that? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Skipping over to me, she grabs my arms and starts swinging them around. “Embarrassing myself?”

“Oh, jeez. Can we just finish watching the game?”

Gen stops and rolls her eyes at me. “The game is over. The Marauders won in the last two minutes.”

“Oh.” I apologetically grin. “Yay! Go team.”

Genevieve cracks up, and I shrug. But then I hear Beau’s voice.

I whip my head toward the TV, and there he is, talking to one of the reporters. He’s a sweaty mess, and I think he has some blood on his face, but the sight of him makes my heart stop.

The reporter just asked him about the upcoming Play It Forward event.

“It’s going to be a blast.” His lips lift in an excited smile as he answers the question. “Just like every year. I’m so grateful to be a mentor for the organization. Working with the kids has made my life better.”

My head tilts as a grin slides across my face.

“Oh, the windows of that car weredefinitelyfogging up.” I swat at her, but my entire face is on fire.

“The windows werenotfogging up,” I admonish, a heat creeping up my neck. Gen’s laughter fills the room. “But if Katy didn’t interrupt us, they probably would’ve been.”

Thesunstreamsthroughthe bedroom window filling the room with a radiant glow. Feeling a bit lazy this morning, I haven’t gotten out of bed yet. When my phone buzzes, anticipation races through me, and I reach for the phone excitedly.

Beau:

Morning Beautiful.

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