Page 107 of Let's Get Textual

Jack nods. “Sports agent. Baseball. He’s damn talented.”

“Your son or the agent?”

We all laugh.

“Slu—”

“You guys talking about me?”

Holy crap.I recognize him.

It’s Shep—theShep.

My eyes fall to slits as I stare at him, pissed as hell.

After Zoe’s dreamy date with him, Shep continued to woo her, leaving flowers and notes on her car, sending her the sweetest texts. She was smitten. He was different, she had said.

Zoe saw him two more times and after their third date, she slept with him.

And there hasn’t been one peep from him since.

When she cornered him in the campus parking lot, he said he “didn’t have time for another clingy girlfriend right now.”

If there’s one thing Zoe isn’t, it’s clingy.

Her heart has been crushed ever since.

“We were talking about that big head of yours,” Zach says.

“Funny coming from you,” I tell him.

Shep glances my way, finally. “Hey, who’s this?”

I want to roll my eyes, want to scream,You fucked my best friend and then fucked her over, asshole!But I don’t.

Instead I stand and extend my hand his way.

“Delia. We go to college together.”

His eyes go wide. “Caleb’s girl, right?”

“Ex girl, but yes. We’ve hung out at a party or two.”

“And you’re here with”—he points to his brother—“this one?”

I nod and peek back at Zach, who’s sitting there grinning at me. “You dated Caleb? He was the ex you talked about?”

“Do you know him?”

He shrugs. “I’ve met him a few times. I wasn’t expecting your ex to be a big fancy baseball star.”

I take a seat next to him and lean in close. “I haven’t always had a thing for nerds.”

“Until me?”

I grin. “Until you.”

Nineteen

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