Page 62 of The Pursuit

“I would be surprised considering how sporty you are, or I guess I should say how sporty you were in high school.”

Gaby gasped. “Were you stalking me?”

“Maybe just some of your old social media.”

With a grin, she replied, “Creep.”

“Trust me, it turned out to be a painful endeavor when I saw you in your short-ass volleyball shorts.”

“That was just one sport. Surely the softball pants were pretty tame,” she countered.

“Except for the way your ass looked in them.”

“Whatever,” she replied with a laugh.

Taking my eyes from the road, I pinned her with a stare. “It’s safe to say we’re going to forego the unnecessary competitiveness tonight, right?”

She flashed me a wicked grin that went straight to my dick. “I’m not making any promises.”

Fuck me. This was going to be a long night.

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We ate our way through several orders of spicy wings along with downing a pitcher of beer before we hit the green. Just I had imagined, Gaby was once again competitive as hell. Conversation flowed as easily between us as well as the insults and jabs about our performances. There was never a dull moment with Gaby, and I found myself liking her more and more each minute.

It might’ve sounded lame as hell, but I found myself once again in awe that I had really never met a girl like Gaby. Even through the sex-haze and barely five days a week of reconnecting with her, I knew she was the only girl I could ever imagine being with. It also sent an ache through my chest at the thought of leaving her in a week. What was it going to be like not being able to see and touch her every single day?

Gaby’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Huh?” I questioned.

She gave me a curious look. “I said we finished.”

“Oh right,” I replied absently.

Crossing her arms over her ample cleavage, Gaby said, “That’s all you have to say about beating meagain?”

“Yeah.”

Closing the gap between us, she brought her hand to my forehead. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you have a fever.”

“Why?”

“Because of how you’re acting.” At what must’ve been my continuing confused look, Gaby added, “You’re not rubbing it in that you beat me.”

At the realization of what she meant, I laughed. “It’s more of a hollow victory considering how tipsy you were those first two rounds.”

“Look at you being all humble.”

“I have my moments.” Drawing her against me, I said, “Come on, sore loser. Let’s get you home.

“You’re ready to drop me off?” Gaby’s face fell, which caused my heartbeat to thrum wildly. She wasn’t ready to go home, but more than that, she wasn’t ready to leave me. After glancing at her watch, she widened her eyes. “I mean, it’s not even nine o’clock.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to get another hour or two in the water or my coach will have my ass.”

“You’re going to the gym tonight?”

“No. Back in high school, my parents changed over our pool to a heated one so I could swim all seasons.”

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