He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

I don’t know who this is or what she’s doing here, but she is easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my tired eyes on.

She turns toward me, her eyes connecting with mine, and fucking hand to heart, I feel this jolt of possession rock through me so fucking hard that I have to catch my breath. I can’t tell you the last time I felt something like this.

But hell, this girl has me all twisted up inside. One look and my palms started sweating, I felt tongue-tied, and my heart raced faster than when I was chasing down a puck against an opponent. With one look, she brought me back to life.

She’s funny. Cute. Fucking adorable. Gorgeous. A breath of fresh air. I need to see more of her.

Narrator: Unfortunately for Halsey Holmes . . . it wasn’t a one-and-done interaction. In fact, he’s seen her almost every day in the hallway of the arena, which has only enabled his crush to the point that when he runs into her . . . he burns. Poor, poor Halsey.

Some might say the author of his story could have cut out the last fifteen percent, and everyone would have still been pleased with the outcome.”

Posey continues to smirk. “And today, fellas . . . well, today is the day. Halsey Malachi Holmes is finally going to ask her out.” All the boys turn toward me. Their waiting faces ready as if I’m about to raise my pointer finger and proclaim that today is the day. Not going to fucking happen. I shake my head. “No, I’m not. And my middle name isn’t Malachi.”

“Holmes isn’t happy, and he doesn’t have a lot of sex,” Posey says out of fucking nowhere.

“Are you his landlord?” Blakely teases. “More like his hairy godmother.” Posey makes himself laugh . . . and only himself.

“Sherman, right?” Silas asks, getting in on it. Oh, look who’s dead to me as well. Posey and Silas, both dead to me.

Mark my words, you and Blakely are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend by the end of the season.

I think to myself . . . Holden would fucking love her. He would be sitting back, legs propped up on the coffee table with one crossed over the other and a giant smile on his face, watching me interact with Blakely, knowing deep down that she’s perfect for me. I knew it the day I first met her. The moment I looked her in the eyes. And with every day that I spend with her, I’m just confirming that feeling. She’s everything I could ever want.

OC: You know, in my experience, girls like guys that listen. Posey: For the LOVE OF GOD exit the chat, OC.

It’s Blakely. It’s always been Blakely. It will always be Blakely.

“You don’t need to apologize. You were worth the wait, Blakely.” And with that, it’s solidified. I can see myself falling fast and hard for this man if I haven’t started already.

She shakes her head. “Nope. I told Huxley I needed time and if he fired me, I was okay with that, but I needed to be with you.” “You said that?” I ask, surprised. “Yes, Halsey.” Her hand smooths up my chest. “I can live without the new job, but I can’t fathom walking this life without you by my side.” I stroke her hair, staring at those beautiful eyes that captured me from day one. “You chose me.” “And I’ll choose you every single time.”