Page 62 of In Your Wildest Dreams
She laughs. “Figures.”
“I don’t have a go-to shot, I guess. I usually stick to beer, sometimes whiskey, sometimes wine. Basically, whatever is available.”
“So, you’re easy?”
Her teasing me is so unexpected that my brows shoot up in surprise. That just makes her smile widen. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
The dress she’s wearing hugs her curves and shows off long legs and toned arms. And that hair. I’m a total goner for her hair. All those blonde curls framing her face and hanging down her back.
“Ash?” she asks, snapping me out of a haze I didn’t realize I was in. She laughs again.
“Sorry, what?”
“I said I’m sorry about Gabe.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” I bite down on my back molars at the thought of her asshole ex. He came by practice this week with Jim to introduce himself but otherwise I’ve been able to avoid him. His threat still hangs over my head, though.
Even so, he’s the last thing I want to think about right now.
“I texted him and let him know that nothing was going on between us, then I blocked him.”
“I’m sure it’ll all be fine,” I tell her.
“Okay.” She smiles again, then Everly comes over and takes her arm and pulls her over where Grace is dancing. A few more people have come downstairs and join them.
Nothing going on between us. Accurate, but I still don’t like the sound of it.
* * *
Jack comes to stand next to me, holding a half-empty bottle of water in hand. A lot of the party has moved downstairs since that’s where the birthday girl has stayed. Some of our teammates are making asses of themselves on the makeshift dance floor, others are sitting around. It’s been a long week and partying wasn’t on most people’s agenda for the weekend. We have three days before our next game, then a short break for the holiday. After that it’s madness until the end of the season.
“I thought you were going out with Meredith tonight?” I ask him.
“I did.”
“Funny, I don’t see her.” I turn in a circle, pretending like I’m looking for the gorgeous blonde that’s been out with Jack the last few weeks. It’s possibly the longest amount of time I’ve known him to spend with one woman.
“I dropped her off when I got the call from Midnight.”
“Everything end up okay with that?”
“Nothing that won’t blow over.” He clears his throat. “Speaking of Midnight, can we keep that between us.”
“You haven’t told anyone else that you’re—?”
He gives his head a small shake before I finish the sentence. “Only you and Declan know.”
Jack owns the place, though his involvement isn’t public knowledge. It’s just one of many investments he’s made, so I’m surprised he’s kept it private.
“Sure, but why?”
“Just until I’m sure I’m not going to sell. If I do, then it won’t matter, and if I don’t, then I’ll tell everyone.”
I nod my agreement.
“Meredith said you’ve been blowing off Kennedy since you started playing again.”
“I’m not blowing her off.” As soon as I say the words, I wonder if they’re true. Fuck, maybe I have been. “I’ll text her tomorrow. I don’t think it’s going to work. It shouldn’t be this complicated to just set up a single date, you know?”
