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I know because he told me and I got them a gift. A weekend away at a local bed and breakfast. Henry works too much.
“I couldn’t imagine the same pu— uh, woman for that many years.” Case trips over his words, making both Henry and me laugh. A few beers and he forgets to censor his mouth. It’s something we’re used to. Hell, we all do it.
“You will,” Henry assures him. “One day, you will.”
“Nope.” Case finishes off his beer and slides the empty toward Henry, who quickly replaces it with another.
“What about you, Landon?”
I shrug. “It’s hard to find the real deal when you’re in the spotlight. I’m not against it, but this job is a bitch to deal with for us as players, even harder for spouses and kids. Besides, there is something to say about variety.” I give him an overzealous grin. That’s what I’m supposed to say. That’s the public persona that everyone knows. However, one day, I’d like to settle down. I want a wife and kids. I just don’t see it happening for me anytime soon. Maybe after I stop playing. When I’m out of the limelight, the vultures will move on to my replacement. Maybe then I can find the real deal. Someone who wants me, not my title or my bank account.
Tessa flashes in my mind with her sparkling green eyes. She is definitely the type of girl you would choose for your forever. I barely know her, and that’s as obvious as the sky is blue. I don’t want her to change her last name for me, though; just a date will do.
One date.
I know, wishful thinking.
We spend the next hour talking about more random stuff. The season, Case’s hate for laundry, and somehow, theconversation turns back to my bed. As bad as I didn’t want to come out, I’m glad I did. It’s good to just hang out and shoot the shit. Next time, we’ll invite the guys, but I knew this night would go way beyond low-key if we did that. I make it home in twenty minutes. It’s amazing how little traffic there is when there’s not a game. After stripping out of my clothes, I slide under the sheets. With the super softness of my bed for the first time in weeks, other than my earlier nap, it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me.
Chapter Three
Tessa
I barely slept last night. I blame Number Eighteen and his blue eyes. I have no idea what Landon Barker is up to. What I do know is that whatever it may be, it doesn’t involve me, no matter how persistent he is. Although it’s admittedly thrilling to have his attention, it’s for the wrong reasons. It’s all about the chase, one I won’t be surrendering to anytime soon.
“Good morning,” Autumn says, joining me in our shared office space. She’s the manager and I’m the assistant manager of the Safe Haven Animal Shelter. That’s how we met, and we’ve been best friends ever since.
“Hey.” I smile and go back to the volunteer schedule I’ve been working on.
“Any phone calls today?” she asks with a grin.
“Ugh,” I groan, sitting back in my chair. “No. I’m hoping he got the hint.”
“You know, Jeremy said he asked him for your number yesterday before they all went home.”
That has me sitting up a little straighter. “Please tell me he didn’t give it to him.”
“Nope, but he did tell him your last name and where you worked.”
“Well, that solves that mystery.” Yesterday, we both racked our brains as to how he figured it out. I should have known it was Jeremy. I was too flustered to even consider him.
“He told him if he wanted your number, he had to work for it.”
“Great. That’s all I need is Jeremy encouraging him. Tell him next time, he can tell Landon I’m not interested.”
“He says he’s staying out of it from now on. He gave him what he needed to find you. The rest is up to him.”
“He’ll get bored soon. I mean, he’s Landon Barker after all. He can have any woman he wants, and he’s not going to wait around on me.”
“You never know. You could be the one to change him.” Autumn shrugs like the words that just came out of her mouth are not the most unrealistic she’s ever spoken.
“I don’t want to change him. That never works. He is who he is, and that’s not a bad thing. He’s just not for me.”
“How do you know who he is?” She raises her eyebrows.
“Fine. I don’t know him. I have a perception of him, and it’s not one I feel works well with who I am. How’s that?”
“You’re being judgey.”
