Hostile Takeover (The Game, #8)

by Cara Dee

“We’re less than a mile away from each other. If I downloaded Grindr again, I bet I’d find you there too.” No, he wouldn’t. “I deleted that app almost as fast as I’d downloaded it.” He found that funny. I didn’t want to talk about this. It was too much. Too intimate. If only Jack knew I’d spent a few days on there letting the app swallow me whole. I’d seen more cocks than faces.

The moment we entered the fairly empty locker room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Okay, damage control. Door was locked. I opened the Tinder app, ignoring my four unread messages, and went straight to my profile. I could probably erase those messages anyway, because starting a conversation with a man was a lot harder than it should be. What had happened to my gender? What on earth did we think we’d accomplish with a lazy “hey”?

When I’d admitted to Noa that I was wary of attachments and restricting myself, he’d said, “Instead of worrying about boundaries to distance yourself from things you don’t want, focus on what you do want and just do that.”

KC appeared next to me, leaning heavily on his cane and looking every bit the proud Daddy he was. Cameron and Lucian followed, and the latter was endearingly protective of KC when he used his cane rather than his wheelchair. It was possible I’d spent a lot of time observing their dynamic. It fascinated me and gave me hope. Loving relationships really could look a million different ways.