Page 49 of Meet Your Match
“You okay?”
I startled at the voice, but recognized it immediately. Slipping my phone into my purse, I pushed off the wall to stand, trying for my best smile.
Vince was freshly showered, his hair damp and messy, eyes wide and alert like he was ready to tear up the town. He wore gray joggers and a royal blue Ospreys long-sleeve shirt, one that hugged the lean muscles of his chest and arms and tapered at his waist.
We hadn’t talked much since we left Tampa, but I could still feel the brand of his lips on mine. When he was close like he was now, I felt it burn even hotter.
“Yeah. We heading out?”
Vince eyed me like he didn’t believe me. “I’m not getting on the bus.”
“Oh?”
“Are you tired?”
I laughed as a yawn stretched my mouth open right as he asked. “Full of energy.”
He smirked a little, but it fell quickly. “I got a car. Want to come with me?”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
“You don’t want to go out with the guys?”
Our conversation was broken when a few of his teammates passed, and he high-fived one of them, nodding to the others. They had already cracked open a few beers.
“Not tonight,” he answered when they were gone.
“Why?”
He shrugged.
“And you don’t want to go to bed?”
“I can’t,” he said. “Not after a game. It takes a while for the adrenaline to wane.”
I chewed the inside of my lip, debating. It would be easy to just go back to the hotel and get some much-needed rest. But something about the way Vince watched me, about how he seemed to not want to be alone… it had me reconsidering.
“I’m still mad at you, you know.” I breathed the words low enough so only he could hear.
The corner of his mouth ticked up, but he didn’t say anything.
He just grabbed my hand in his, leading me through the hallway and out to where a car waited for us.
CHAPTER 17
THAT FACE
Maven
The Inner Harbor in Baltimore reminded me of Tampa’s Riverwalk, the lights of the city serving as a backdrop and reflecting off the water. Except I would have been sweating in Tampa, even though it was early November.
In Baltimore, I was shivering.
Vince and I walked quietly side by side, and I thought that was what he’d brought me here for. When the car had dropped us off and he’d just started strolling, I assumed that was it. He just wanted a walk to clear his head.
I was wishing I’d worn more comfortable shoes — and a heavier coat.
