Page 5 of On Her Team
Tanner claps before jumping off the treadmill. “Mr. Grumpy spoke in actual sentences instead of grunts.”
Brock glares at him. “Maybe you want to spar with me instead of Corbin.”
Tanner gulps. Brock is bigger than Corbin. And he can be pretty terrifying when he growls at you. “I didn’t finish my run.”
Brock chuckles as Tanner scurries back to the treadmill. Tanner’s just goofing around. He’s not actually afraid of Brock or Corbin. Neither one of them would ever hurt him. But the goofball loves his drama. Which is good since drama is heading his way once the news of his latest indiscretion breaks.
“I’m hungry,” Brock declares.
I roll my eyes. “You’re always hungry.”
He shrugs. “Who wants to go get some lunch?”
Actually, lunch is an excellent idea. After Addy ran away from me last night, I drilled the bartender about her. Apparently, she works atFive Fathoms Brewingand the restaurant serves lunch.
I gather my stuff. “I heard of a good place.”
“I’ll drive,”Nolan says.
Corbin shakes his head. “No way. You drive a tiny sports car. I can’t fit in a sports car.”
“I’ll drive,” Brock says.
“You brought your extra-large SUV?” At Brock’s nod, Corbin grunts. “Good. I need space for my legs.”
“I’m tall, too,” Nolan insists.
Corbin pats him on his head. “You’re cute.”
“Cute? I’m over six feet tall.”
“Really?” Corbin raises his eyebrow. “Should we measure?”
“What are we measuring?” Tanner asks. “If it’s height,” he points to me, “we know who the shortest is.”
I raise my hands. “I’m not involved in this conversation.”
It’s true. I’m the shortest in this group. I’m six-foot-two, which is normally considered tall, but not in a locker room with Brock and Corbin, who are both over six and a half feet.
I wonder how tall Addy is. She’s a short little thing. I bet she fits perfectly under my arm. I bet I can bury my head in her neck when I bury myself deep inside her.
My cock twitches. It thinks this is an excellent plan. It gets half-hard every time I think about her.
I don’t know her very well, but Addy fascinates me. She’s beautiful, can sing better than an angel, and didn’t hesitate to give me shit. And not knowing who I am? Not throwing herself at me when she learned my name? It’s the icing on the beautiful, curvy Addy cake.
Tanner snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Gage. Earth to Gage.”
I slap his hand away and he barks out a laugh.
“Someone was dreaming about his girl again.”
Addy isn’t my girl. At least, not yet.
“I’m hungry. Are we going to eat lunch or what?”
I lift my chin in a thank you to Brock. Once Tanner latches onto a subject, it could be years before he gives up.
We make our way toward the door but it opens before we get there. The offensive line coordinator for the Seals, Coach Knox, steps inside.
