Page 78 of The Late Hit
As those words leave her mouth, Macy storms out of the room while Chloe sinks onto the couch.
“Chlo?”
She just stares down at her clasped hands that are resting on her lap. “Not now, Brynn.”
Stretching my arm out, I place my hand on her arm, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m always here for you. I love you.” Standing from the couch, I move around the table toward the stairs.
I faintly hear her say, “I love you, too.”
There’s a shift in the atmosphere. Chloe and Macy—who were the closest between us three—now can’t stand each other. And I’m falling in love. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m fully in love. With Quinton.
Here’s to hoping his feelings are as strong as mine.
Mondaywentoffwithouta hitch. There’s a new pep in my step. Finally telling Brynn I’m ready to go all in removed a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. Tuesday was another good day.
Practices are tough, but it’s November, which is clutch time in the season. It’s where the best of the best start to stand out. It’s the time to fight for our chance to head to Miami in January for the National Championship.
The team’s hungry.
I’m hungry. This is my last season, and I’m desperate to bring home the hardware.
The first two days of the week might’ve been good, but nothing can compare to right now. Wednesdays are my longest days. Weightlifting, classes, watching game films, more classes, and a mandatory study session in the library. There’s barely enough time for me to eat in between everything, let alone talk to anyone. I go into ghost mode on Wednesdays. This is why I’m surprised to see long, tan legs stretched out on the hood of my Tesla.
The boys and I are heading out of the stadium after a grueling meeting going over some game film and strategizing for our game on Saturday. Riggsby is clownin’ around, making the guys crack up, but I can’t take my eyes off the girl on my hood.
“Uhh, Q, you know you got a baddie on your hood?” JP interrupts my thoughts.
“Is that Brynn?” Riggsby asks. Letting out a whistle, he lowers his shades to get a better view.
I hear Grant chuckling beside me before he whispers, “Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
“Shut up,” I bark back, not taking my eyes off the goddess waiting on me.
Brynn is dressed in a loose pair of fleece shorts. The lime-green color makes her tan skin look even more bronzed. Pulling my eyes from her incredible legs, my breath catches in my throat.
Fuuuuck.
Her slim figure is on full display, as well as her voluptuous breasts in her tiny corset-style, cropped, athletic tank.
This girl is going to be the death of me.
A CTU hat is covering her face—wait, it’s not just any CTU hat, it’s one of mine. When did she steal that? She hasn’t made any indication that she notices our presence.
“Are we interrupting a magazine shoot? She looks like sex sprawled out on your car,” JP says as our strides carry us toward her.
“Yeah, like that Whitesnake video,” Riggsby adds.
“How do I find a girl like that?” JP asks.
“Shower,” I retort.
Turning to the guys, I tell them to fuck off as I close the distance between us and Brynn. Stopping at the front of the car, I notice she’s got her AirPods in, which is why she didn’t notice us. Pulling out my phone, I thumb a quick text, praying her settings will have her headphones reading her text.
The settings work in my favor because her eyes snap open, finding my eyes immediately.
Sliding the hat off her face, she pulls it back into its normal position. “Hey.”
“Hey, baaaaby. Whatcha doiiiin’?” I drawl out.
