Page 41 of Wildcat
“Uhh. Yeah,” Tyler lifts the stopwatch. “Go.”
Every rep, every burn of my muscles fades away and all I see is Scarlett standing next to my car in that black dress looking uncertain and nervous. All that for some guy who probably doesn’t even realize how fucking lucky he is to be in her presence.
And if he does? Fuck, that’s even worse.
Is she having fun? Did they decide to skip dinner and go back to his place? The unknown is a total mind fuck.
Tyler’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Time.”
I do one more and sit back on my heels. My chest heaves and my pulse races, but I don’t know if it’s because of the pushups or Scarlett.
“Damn, Lohan.” Maverick bows his head and lifts and drops his hands twice before he says, “I’m not worthy.”
I stand awkwardly. “How many?”
If they were counting aloud, I didn’t hear them.
Laughing, Ash wraps an arm around my neck. “One hundred and nineteen.”
“Nice speech,” someone yells, and the guys laugh.
“The message was loud and clear: be epic this weekend.” Ash drags me into the kitchen and tries to hand me a beer.
I wave him off. “No. I’m good.”
With a shake of his head, he says, “You don’t seem good. What the hell happened to you in the last hour?”
“I kissed her again.”
“Who?”
“Who the hell do you think?”
“Ah, dream girl.” He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. “And? Is she at your place waiting?”
“And nothing.” I rough a hand through my hair. “I dropped her off on a date with some other dude.”
“You did what now?”
I give him the quick version of tonight’s events concluding with, “It can’t happen.”
“Go.” He points to the door.
“Did you not hear me? It can’t happen.”
“I heard what you said.”
“And you’re still kicking me out?”
“Hell yes. It’s for your own good.”
“What happened to team bonding to get our heads straight?”
“Yours is the only one twisted right now, so go figure it out. There’s no way you’re flying to Vegas tomorrow ready to play hockey while simultaneously wondering if your dream girl went home with some other dude.”
A deep growl vibrates in my throat. I flex my jaw and look around. The mood is fairly chill now, and it seems like things probably won’t get out of hand.
“Get the hell out of here,” he says. “I’ll get everyone else out in the next hour so they’re rested.”
