Page 16 of The Brickwall and the Bombshell

“I did it!”

“Yeah, you did.”

All thanks to Mack Granger.

Who I will not be thinking about when I’m home alone tonight.

Nope.

CHAPTER SIX

MACK

“How isthe fake girlfriend hunt going?” Ross asks as we put in a few miles on the treadmills.

Scanning the room, I make sure no one else is around. The last thing I need is for this to get out to the other guys. They’ll never leave it alone and I’ll end up having to use some muscle to shut it down.

“Fuck,” I mutter, wiping my towel down my sweaty face and then tossing it over my shoulder. “It’s not going anywhere. I haven’t even made the first step. I fucking sat in my hotel room last night trying to make a list and ended up drawing a big fat dick instead. Because, if my future relies on my ability to enter into a fake relationship with a past hookup, I’m fucked.”

Ross chuckles darkly. “Or you could find someone you actually want to date?”

Well, that is the logical option, but not realistic for me.

“If it was only that easy,” I mutter, picking up my pace in hopes I can squelch this conversation. “Unfortunately, we’re not all as lucky as you. I don’t have a friend to swoop in and save my loser ass.”

He laughs, because he knows I don’t mean anything bad by it. I’m happy for him and Casey. But I also know it wasn’t that easy for them. They definitely had their fair share of obstacles and unexpected surprises.

“Touché,” Ross says, picking up his pace to match mine. “You going to Sophie and Owen’s Monday night?”

“Yeah, planning on it,” I tell him, my breaths getting more labored as we start to push harder.

Thankfully, I get a reprieve from the inquisition as we amp it up to finish strong, but I can’t help where my mind goes—Greer.

She’s been everywhere lately—in the clubhouse, on the field. Even though we’re out of town for a couple games, I still find myself thinking about her and her perky ass and sassy attitude.

But she is so far out of my league and off limits it’s not even funny, which is the only thing that keeps me from crossing the line.

Well, that, and my hookup hiatus.

Even though I already know Greer would never be hookup material. No, she’s girlfriend material. She’stake her home and introduce her to your mamamaterial. Greer Bradley is someone you settle down with.

She’s all the things I don’t allow myself to want or need.

For my remaining time on the treadmill, I stupidly wonder what Greer does when she’s not reporting on the Revelers. I mean, I know she’s probably at the television station and I’m sure there’s a lot more that goes into her job than what the viewers see, but I think about other things too.

Is she in a relationship?

I think I remember Sophie mentioning in passing that she was dating someone, but that was a while ago.

“I’m headed to the showers. You coming?” Ross asks, pulling me from my ruminations about Greer and keeping me from going down a deeper hole where she’s concerned.

“Yeah,” I reply as I kick the speed of my treadmill down to cool off. “Right behind you.”

Ross grabs his towel and water bottle then turns back to me. “You okay?”

“Sure.”My head is a fucking mess, but I don’t admit that. “Knee is feeling pretty good.”

His eyes narrow. “Not talking about the knee. I need your head clear for the game tonight.”

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