Page 56 of Catch
“Give us the deets, man. We’re living vicariously through you,” Hudson admits.
“What do you mean?”
Iggy starts to laugh.
“We’re superstitious athletes. That means no sex until after the regatta tomorrow.”
“Really? We have the same unspoken rule in hockey. Not that I haven’t broken it a few times. I think I play better after the fact.” Ethan smirks at me. “What about you, Jett?”
“Next topic, please.”
“I think Ethan’s right.” Archie nudges me. “Case in point: you’re so out of sorts lately. It’s time you got laid.”
I ignore my friend’s suggestion and frantically look around the restaurant.
“Where’s the server?”
“Maybe we could set you up with someone,” Jackson offers and turns to Ethan. “Or you could do it. You know everyone. I’m sure there’s a hot guy you could find for Jett.”
Ethan nods.
“I’d be happy to.”
“No way,” I hiss.
“He is testy,” Ethan replies with a smug grin.
He reaches across the table and takes hold of my hand. What the hell is he doing?
“Don’t worry, Sugar. I’ve got the perfect man for you.”
I wait for him to remove his hand, but it doesn’t happen. Jesus. I don’t want to cause a scene, but if he keeps touching me, everyone’s going to know what’s really going on. Or, they’ll know what happened, past tense.
To make my point, I glare at Ethan in warning, but all he does is smile in return.
“Fine. But he better be a guy who’s looking for a relationship,” I insist. “Not a hookup.”
Ethan’s face pales. Ha. Score one for me.
“You’re full of shit,” Archie teases.
I finally pull my hand away from Ethan’s.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
The truth is, I’m not looking to date again. It’s not worth the hassle. For what? For someone who’s going to gaslight me, tell me I’m mediocre in bed, and then cheat on me? No thanks.
Hudson leans forward.
“Don’t listen to him, Ethan. Jett doesn’t need another Renner situation, just a guy who wants to have a good time, no complications, no stress.”
“I can speak for myself, thanks.”
Ethan raises one eyebrow.
“Whatdoyou want?”
You.
