Page 19 of Ruck Me Harder
Tony searches my eyes for a moment before he sighs and takes a step back. “Have a good night, Vivienne.”
My bad mood sours further. “My name is Viv.”
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“Who’s the chick?” Brody asks as I pass him his beer.
“Who?” I echo, handing out drinks to the rest of the guys. Dylan is twenty-four and a powerhouse on the rings. Tommy is maybe twenty-six and specializes in parallel bars and the pommel horse. They’ve both been on the national team since college and Tommy was on last year’s Worlds team with me.
“The super hot chick you were chatting up,” Dylan says, nodding toward Vivienne’s table.
My cheeks heat. “She knows my sister.”
Brody’s eyebrows go up. “And she looks like she hates you because…?”
I wince. “Because she does.”
“Her friends keep looking over here,” Tommy comments, shamelessly looking back at them over his shoulder.
“Can you stop being so fucking obvious?” I hiss at him.
“What, do you like her or something?” Brody teases.
Or something.
“She shot me down,” I mutter.
Brody laughs. Loudly.
Fucker.
“Come on, man,” he says, slinging an arm across my shoulders. “We’ll get you nice and drunk and find you another one to go home with.”
“We have training tomorrow morning,” I remind him.
He waves it off. “Come on. One night won’t kill you.”
“She might though,” Dylan taunts. “That chick looks like she wants to cut off your dick and feed it to you.”
Brody and Tommy wince.
I glance over in Vivienne’s direction. Her table is in the direct path of ours, so our eyes meet, and she glares at me so furiously I think a fire might have started. Unable to help myself, I smile and wave my fingers at her. Steam practically rises from her ears, and she turns in her seat so she can’t see me.
Damn it. I pushed too hard.
“Yeah,” I agree glumly. “But it would be fun.”
“You’re sick, man,” Tommy says, shaking his head.
“Definitely.” I take a drink of my beer.
“The heart wants what the heart wants,” Brody says sagely.
My eyebrows go up. “Who said anything about my heart?”
