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“What makes you think that me working with children would be a good idea? I don’t even like humans that are fully grown.”
Tori scoffs. “I’m married, not dead. Just admiring God’s creation.” She waggles her eyebrows.
“I’ll muster up the energy to lift the fork to my mouth. What’s on the menu tonight?” “Tender cuts of chicken, breaded with rare italian bread crumbs. And pasta in a decadent cream sauce,” she replies, grabbing a stemless wine glass from the cabinet and filling it halfway with moscato. “So, chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese?” “Yep.”
“He is not. Stop that,” I whisper back, glancing toward the glass to make sure he isn’t nearby. Not that he’d be paying attention to me, anyway. Bryan chuckles. “I’m a dude, and I even noticed how often he looks over here. I’m just relieved he was looking at you and not my wife, though. Given the option, she might go home with him.” Tori slaps him on the shoulder. “Oh, I would not, and you know it! Admiring God’s creation is one thing… climbing it is another.”
But Andie is the bright spot in this place, shining like the sun on a dreary day. Okay, a really mouthy sun.
Remy shakes his head, smirking. “Mitch ‘The Machine’ Anderson.” He pins me with a serious look. “I think you’ve met your match.”
“You look so much like her.” Tears fill my eyes, knowing he’s referring to Mom. “Sometimes it’s hard to look at you, it just makes me miss her so much.”
Something tells me a guy like Mitch wouldn’t do that. No, if he was really into someone, he’d be all, this is my woman. No one touches her. And hell if he wouldn’t sound really sexy being all alpha and possessive. Goosebumps graze my skin under the hot water in my bath. Pull yourself together, Andie.
I’m already dressed for my workout in leggings, sneakers, and a long sleeved tee. I press play on my book and get to work. Prince Romeo now thinks he’s confused between two girls. Alexandra and Jezebel. Literally everyone but the prince knows Alexandra is the love of his life. There’s tension, and there’s stupidity. This is stupidity. I almost don’t want to even finish this ridiculous book, but I’ve wasted hours of my life listening to it and I can’t stop now that it’s almost done.
“Why do you always look like you’re about to cry?” My head whips over to look at Noah, who’s studying me intently. I’m not sure how long he’s been staring at me while I thought about hugs. “I’m not crying. And I thought you said you wouldn’t make fun of me if I did?” “I won’t. But you gotta give a guy some warning.” He stands on his skates and starts making his way onto the ice. “I wasn’t crying!” I yell after him. He ignores me.
Noah is smirking at me, similar to the way Mitch just did. “Your face is all red again.” “Shut up.”
Maybe the man just needs a good hug. Goosebumps break out along my arms just thinking about wrapping my arms around him… it’s like my senses are screaming, we volunteer! We volunteer as tribute!
If we were truly alone at this moment, I’m 99.9% sure he would kiss me. And if he didn’t… I’m 100% sure I’d kiss him.
“Are you trying to undress me?” “I just want to touch your abs, please,” I beg. “Am I just a piece of meat to you, Blondie?” I whimper. “Yes. Girls need protein too, you know.”
“I’d like it if you came… It’s gonna be kinda weird not to have you there anymore.” A smile plays at my lips. “You’re not going to cry are you?” He narrows his eyes. “Of course not, that’s your job.”
notice everything about you,” he whispers in that deep, manly tone. In my opposite ear, Bruce’s voice whispers, “Hey, can you guys talk a little louder? It’s really hard to eavesdrop when you’re whispering.”
Three things I’m grateful for: Mitch, his goofy friends, and not sitting alone during Noah’s game.
Is there an eensy-weensy part of me that’s happy to see Mitch struggling so much? That he's as miserable as I am by everything going on? Yes, okay!? At the end of the day, I'm only human.
