Page 78 of The No Try Zone
“Do you?”
“I do. And I get that you’d like to rip me to shreds. But she’s done that already. And I’ve apologized. Several times.”
“Not to me, you haven’t.”
I chuckle. “Why do you need one?”
She shrugs. “Men should apologize on the regular. Consider it practice.”
I admire her, even if her tactics are questionable. “You’re relentless.”
“I’m loyal. There’s a difference.”
I hum. “Not sure there is.”
She doesn’t respond as she moves to the chair in front of the desk and sits. Her gaze is still sharp, but there’s a softness around the edges now. “We still need to determine next steps.”
I groan. “That’s between me and Sam.”
“It’s not. Because if word gets out that the Granite’s head coach is not only screwing one of the team’s physical therapists, but that they actually got marriedon a darein Vegas without knowing who each other were –”
“It wasn’t a dare,” I correct.
Her eyes flash. “Seriously, Colin?”
“If you’re going to try to make me feel bad, you should at least get it right.”
“Fine. If it wasn’t a dare, what was it?”
“It was fifteen coin flips.”
Her eyes widen. “Fifteen –”
“That all landed on heads.”
“All of them?” Disbelief laces her words.
“Every single one. Surrounded by Elvi.”
“Elvi?”
“Plural of Elvis.”
“Holy shit.” She closes her eyes and rubs her temples, her black hair swinging with the movement.
“Seems there are some pieces of the night that Sam kept to herself,” I say smugly.
“Because she couldn’t remember it, asshole!” she snaps, then stops. “Shit.”
I stare at her. “What did you just say?”
Her face pales. “Nothing. Never mind.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Chunks of ice bloom in my stomach even as I sit up in the chair.
“We’re done here,” she says, standing and turning away.
“We arenotdone here,” I counter. “She…doesn’t remember?”
