Page 64 of The No Try Zone
What if it wasn’t a mistake?What if all those drinks didn’t lead to disaster, but instead…to something totally and completelyright?
No. It was a mistake. Right? It was. Definitely. I married a man I didn’t know in Las Vegas based on fifteen coin flips. He disappeared. He turned out to be my baby brother’s rugby coach. For the same team I’d just accepted a position with. Elodie’s words come back as tears spring to my eyes.“It’s fate.”
Letting myself into my apartment, I pull my phone out and stare at it. Then, before I can think better of it, I type.
Are you home?
The response is immediate.
Yes.
Can I come over?
Do you have a car?
It’s an odd question to ask, but I answer anyway.
No
Then let me come to you. Is that okay?
My breath hitches as I stare at the screen.
It’s no trouble. I want to come to you. Will you let me?
My fucking heart. Why is something like this sending me over the edge? He’s simply being considerate.
Sure. Thank you.
Don’t thank me. See you soon.
I blacken the screen and sit there, my mind just as blank as the screen. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Chapter24
Colin
DON’T FUCK THIS up, don’t fuck this up, don’t fuck this up, don’t fuck this up. Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.
Chapter25
Sam
I’M STILL ON the couch staring into nothing when the knock comes twenty minutes later, startling me into awareness. With a shake of my head, I go to the door and open it, only to lose my breath once more.
He’s leaning against the doorframe, arm raised against it, head bent. His gaze rises to meet mine. His other hand is in his track pants pocket. “Sam.”
“Colin.” We stare at each other, neither of us moving, until a gust of late January wind rushes around us. I shiver. “Come in.”
He walks in and I close the door behind him, then lean against it. He turns to me, looking so damn good that I want to cry.
I know what that beard feels like against my lips. I know what it feels like between my thighs.
He takes a step toward me, and I straighten, walking around him and staying out of his grasp.
“I don’t know why I reached out,” I confess.
“Can we sit?”
