Page 21 of Unexpectedly Falling
“Anything else?”
She sighs and rubs the spot between her eyebrows, her shirt lifting at the movement, causing the barest hint of skin to show above the waistband of her dress pants.
Fuck.
Taking a sip of my beer, I wait for her to speak.
“If it’s all right, I’d like to take you up on that offer to stay here and help with Remi.”
“Of course.”
“Good, because I already told Coach Turner I made other arrangements.”
I chuckle and she gives me awhat can you dosmile. “Your meeting went well then?”
“Really well, actually.” It’s clear she’s surprised by this, and it gives me a flicker of hope that she won’t hate it here.
I still don’t know a ton about soccer or the Tennessee Tornadoes, but I can confirm I’m a lot more knowledgeable after the deep dive I took the moment Nessa left this morning.
In between Remi’s meltdowns and mine, that is.
She’s a hell of an athlete, and god damn, does she look hot on the field.
“That’s great, congratulations.”
She presses her lips together. “I wasn’t happy. Being voluntold isn’t really where I excel.”
“I gathered that.”
Ignoring me she adds, “Apparently, my coach thought this would be the best option considering everything that’s happened. Take some time to process the last few months.”
Her face and voice are neutral, and despite considering myself above average at reading people, I can’t tell if she’s pissed or indifferent about it—I just know it’s not the whole truth.
“And is that what you want?”
“I really hate not being in control.”
I watch as her hands land on her hips with that declaration, and all blood in my body reroutes to my dick that is suddenly screaming for release.
And now I need a diversion unless I plan on using the island to hide behind for the remainder of the night.
“You’re still welcome to use the shed, and I’ll do my best to work around your schedule.”
She scrunches up her nose and it’s adorable. And problematic.
Because for the life of me I can’t remember the last time a woman had gotten this far under my skin. It’s probably because she’s convinced I’m too much of a nice guy for her—and I am.
But I’m also wound up tighter than a rattlesnake most days and spend hours taking it out on the bag in my home gym.
And I wouldn’t mind trading that version of stress relief for a chance to get her naked and writhing beneath me.
“It’s got heat and air conditioning.” When she still looks skeptical I add, “Shedmight be a bit deceiving. Not my fault you declined the tour last night.”
“What, is it smaller? Typical.”
My grin is wolfish and I don’t even try to hide it. “There you go thinkin’ the worst of me again.” She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to retort, but I hold up my hand. “I promise it’s big. You won’t be disappointed.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
