I tuck my serving tray under my arm. “You’re going to prove I’m not boring by going out on a date with me?”
“Yep.”
“Sorry, Gage Edwards. I don’t have time to date.”
“I get it. My life is busy, too. I have workouts, team training, meetings, etc. But I’m willing to make dating you a priority.”
“Wow. Big of you.”
He sticks out his chest. “I am big. Thanks for noticing.”
I roll my eyes. “Men and size.”
“Come on,” he cajoles. “Go out on a date with me and I promise not to discuss my size all night.”
I’m tempted. More than I care to admit. But I’m not playing hard to get. I seriously don’t have time to add one more thing to my life. It’s full and bursting at the seams as it is.
“Sorry, Gage. I’m not playing games. I really am…” I pause when my phone beeps. I dig it out of my apron and sigh when I read who the message is from.
I wag my phone at him. “I need to handle this.”
“Okay. But I’m not giving up.”
“Trust me. You will soon enough.”
I learned the hard way how men who don’t get enough attention leave you. Men who refuse to compete with your siblings for your time. Men who don’t bother to stay – even when you need them.
“I don’t give up if I want something.” He leans close enough for me to notice the green flecks in his eyes. “And I want you.”
My body warms. He’s intense. I wonder how intense he can be. Especially when we’re both naked.
My phone beeps again and I startle. I glance down at the display and groan at Otis’s message. I quickly type a response.
You promised no blood.
“See you soon,” Gage hollers from the end of the hallway.
I glance up in time to watch him stride toward his table. He is one fine specimen of manhood.
If only I had time for a man.
If only I could trust a man to support me.
If only I could trust a man to stay.
If only. If only.
Useless words.
Gage is guaranteed to leave at the end of the summer when training camp ends.
Chapter 4
Good things come to those who don’t pounce.
Gage
Ihum as I fold out of my SUV atFive Fathoms Brewing.I pat my pocket. The concert tickets are safely tucked away.