“Yeah. When Ty dropped off my meals for the week, we talked about how my parents are with my sister this year at her in-laws. So, he invited me over.”
“Huh,” Sam says. “So, you guys really know each other.”
McKittrick shrugs. “We work together, we live next door to each other… You could say we’re best friends.”
“We’re not best friends,” I hurry to add. “I barely know the guy.”
“Yeah. Right.” Sam gulps down his drink. “I’m going to get out of here. It was nice meeting you, Amy.”
“It’s Amelia,” McKittrick stresses as Sam walks away.
I shove the hockey player off of me. “What the fuck was that?”
Why did I wait so long? I should have punched him the second he horned in on our conversation.
McKittrick sips his beer. “That was me saving you from a lifetime of boring.”
My eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”
“He was boring as fuck.”
“And what right do you have to—”
“I don’t have any right,” he says, with a shrug. “I saw someone that needed saving.”
“I don’t need saving. I can make my own decisions.”
“Yeah, except when they’re bad ones.”
“I’m not looking for forever. I just want to get laid.”
“Okay, then,” McKittrick says. “Let’s go back to my place.”
“I’m not going sleeping with you!”
“If you insist.” He shrugs, but there’s tension in his shoulders. “I would never force you. All I’m saying is, you want one night of meaningless fun, you know where to find me.”
“I—I—”
Letting out a chuckle, McKittrick steers me back to Robby. “If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be.”