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“Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv,” Carter chants, punctuating each call of my name with a tap on the glass. “What?” I whisper-yell, finally spinning his way, throwing my hands overhead. His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.”
“Hi. Me Adam. No. Fuck.” He claps a hand to his face before offering it to me. “Adam. I’m Adam. I’m sorry. I’m just embarrassed because I don’t know you but I said cock sock in front of you.”
“The lady on the sports channel says you’re the hottest thing since sliced bread. I think she must be blinder than I am.”
Stoppp
He thinks it’s hilarious that I’m five foot one and teach high school fitness to a bunch of boys that tower over me. I think it’s hilarious that he’s balding at twenty-eight.
I’m thankful for his warning, because the second we sit, a girl throws herself in my lap. I’m not sure my reaction is the best. I throw my hands in the air and scream, accidentally shoving her off my lap and to the ground when I rocket to my feet and yell out, “I have a girlfriend!”
“Ollie?” The level of frantic in my voice right now needs to go. I clear my throat and try again with a little more gravel and indifference. “Olivia? Hey.” “Did you seriously only pick up because you thought I was your girlfriend? You’ve been ignoring me all damn day, Carter Beckett!” My chest deflates. “Hi, Mom.”
she leans into me like she needs my body to keep her upright. It’s cool; I’ll always support her.
