Page 46 of Playbook
“What has been the highlight of your week? Totally fine if you want to say this conversation.” He says it in a way that I know he’s teasing, but god is he cocky.
“I had a really great club sandwich for lunch today.”
He snorts. “Fine, fine. I see how it is. And low point?”
“Wait, you didn’t say what your highlight has been.”
He goes quiet for a moment and then says decisively, “I had a nice video chat with my brothers.”
“How many brothers do you have?”
“Four.”
“Four?!”
“Yeah. Do you just have the one sibling?”
“Yep. Just me and Sierra.”
“That’s nice.” He hits the FaceTime video request button.
“Seriously?” I ask. “I thought we were doing this old school?”
“Super old school. Like back when people didn’t have technology and had to talk face-to-face…just through the phone.”
I still don’t accept it.
“Come on, London.” He always uses my full name, and I like the way it sounds when he says it.
“Fine, but if you’re naked or sniffing panties or something, I’m hanging up and then blocking your ass.” I hit accept and his amused face fills the screen.
Shit. I almost wish he were doing something gross because he’s just so hot.
“I question the guys you’ve been talking to,” he says. He holds the phone out in front of him. He’s wearing a gray T-shirt with the Mavericks logo and his jaw is lined with stubble. I can see a little behind him. I think he’s on a leather couch.
“You mean you?” I fidget, wishing I had another glass of wine to take the edge off. I feel a little self-conscious with him staring at me. My hair is up in a messy bun and I have on an old T-shirt from a vacation with my family to San Diego years ago. It’s faded and worn thin. Not exactly the kind of thing women wear to impress a guy like him.
“You talk to other guys, don’t lie. Look at you. You probably have a line at your door right now.”
An unladylike snort erupts from me. “Yep, they’re about to break it down. Help me!”
He laughs lightly, mouth pulling into a big smile. “I know you’re fucking with me, but I promise you, there’s a line even if you don’t think there is.”
I don’t know what to make of that, so I change the topic. “Four brothers, really? That sounds chaotic.”
“In the best way.” He nods. “What has been the low point in your week?”
“I had to do a three-hour training at work on how to avoid phishing schemes,” I say quickly, trying to cruise right by any other questions. “Yours?”
“It’s been a pretty good week,” he says. “But I did have a run-in with Marissa that left me wishing for a quick death.”
“Is Marissa an ex?”
Smiling, he shakes his head. “Masseuse. That deep tissue shit hurts.”
“Somehow I don’t feel sorry for you.” I roll my shoulders instinctively. I could use a good massage.
“Fair.” His smile doesn’t falter. “So, anything else you want me to know for Saturday,girlfriend?”
