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“Men,” Reilly said disgusted.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Luke said.
She lifted the Ziploc bag filled with ice off Luke’s right eye.
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m mad you told him before I could. He deserved to hear it from me.”
“It sort of slipped,” Reilly confessed.
Luke was sitting on the edge of his bed with Reilly between his legs trying to play nurse. She was a little heavy handed with the ice, but all things considered, she felt pretty good tucked between his legs and every once in a while when she leaned in closer, her breasts bumped against his chest.
“I can’t believe he hit you.”
“I know. I mean I had it coming, but I didn’t think he would go through with it.”
She shook her head. “You did not have it coming. We were two adults engaging in adult behavior.”
“You were eighteen. Barely a child out of the schoolroom.”
“Please. I attacked you. You didn’t have a chance.”
“That’s true. I remember not being able to help myself. And I couldn’t stop you.”
She smiled coyly. “I was a hellcat back in the day.”
“On that day and every day after.”
Reilly dropped the ice back on his eye, which was only slightly puffy.
“So now it’s out in the open.”
“I already had his permission so he’s sort of being an ass by holding the past against me.”
“Permission for what?”
“Permission for us,” Luke answered. It wasn’t until she took a step back and the ice-bag slid off his face, he realized there was an issue.
“Us? There is no us. There’s you and a brunette.”
Luke searched his memory for mention of a brunette.
“You lost me.”
“Her. The woman. The one you kicked me out of your bedroom for.”
Luke stood up and took her by the shoulders. It was time for the great revelation. He’d been hoping to put it off until after the tournament, but he was tired of the subterfuge and for the most part, he didn’t think it was working very well. It was time. She was playing in the American, she was being stalked by some nut and she was going to have to deal with the fact he’d come back for her.
Life was difficult sometimes.
“Okay, first, I don’t remember any kicking. I do remember being reluctant since your grandparents, who by the way trust me like a grandson, were sleeping innocently below us. And second, I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Figured what out? You said there was a woman. You said you were serious.”
“There is and I am. About you.”
