Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Which would be dumb.
I have to be careful, or I’ll throw caution to the wind.
“Honestly, Andy, after we slept together and you took my number, I didn’t actually think I’d hear from you again. And I was okay with that.”
“Ouch.” He winces. “Shit, that stings.”
I’d wave my hands around in the air if I wasn’t holding my cell in one hand.
“No! Oh God, no, that’s not what I meant! I mean, yes—I wasn’t expecting you to call. I thought maybe you’d text and that would be the extent of it—and you did! But I wasn’t going to lose sleep over the whole thing if you didn’t. That’s what I meant.”
Andy begins laughing, and I watch, transfixed by the sight of him. Now that I’m seeing him again for the first time in a few days, it’s beginning to make me wonder if maybe I could try to date him?
Oh my God, Harlow, why would you think that?
If Andy notices how distracted I am, he doesn’t show it; his lips are moving as he chatters away, and I catch the tail end of him asking me if being long distance is my only hesitation.
“Maybe?” I shrug. “I just don’t think I want to date somebody in another state. Do you know how long the flight to Seattle is from here? It’s like five hours.”
Granted, I don’t know this for a fact. I’m just assuming it’s a long flight since Los Angeles is four hours from Milwaukee, and I hate being on a plane for more than two and also cannot do flight math.
Five hours sounds hideous.
“What if I wasn’t in another state?” he asks.
I scrunch up my face. “But you are.”
“But what if I wasn’t?”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.” I laugh. “It’s not like you can just up and move here.”
He cocks his head to one side, pursing his mouth. Nods once, eyes twinkling.
“Sometimes, Harlow, you have to go with your gut, remember?”
“And what is your gut telling you? That you should move here?”
Andy laughs. “I like you, Harlow.”
“I like you, Andy.”
We smile at each other dumbly; neither of us knows what to say, not feeling the need to say anything at all.
Chapter 16
Andy
“I really like this chick.” I blurt out the words without thinking, forgetting for a second who I’m talking to.
“Yeah, I know,” Dex says. “You told me.”
He’s bored with the subject of me dating already, and I’ve only brought Harlow up once before.
“I know I told you I liked her, but I meant, I like her, like her.”
“What are you, ten? Who even says, ‘I like her, like her’ anymore?” Dex is in the office in his McMansion, all the trophies he’s earned over the past few years displayed in plexiglass cases behind him. It’s like a monument to himself, the same way my dad has all my shit in his office as a monument to me—the only difference is, I don’t have a room like this in my place. I let my parents keep my shit, the same way they have kept my art projects from fourth grade and my old report cards.
It’s fitting to let them hold on to my awards and trophies, given how they’ve supported me on my journey.
Dad gets off on that shit, and besides, I don’t have a huge house with a basement man cave the way most of my buddies do. I don’t have a family for a huge house, either, so for the time being, my sweet condo in the sky does the trick.
Dex is eyeballing me from his desk chair, swiveling on it and twiddling his thumbs like a villain in a kids’ cartoon.
“Was her vagina really that special?” He snorts.
“No. But . . .”
He snorts again. “Dude, you can’t go sniffing after her for the simple reason that she doesn’t know who you are.”
“Why not? It’s nice.”
“Nice?” He laughs. “For now, maybe. But I already told you, it’s going to blow up in your face.”
“How could it blow up in my face?” He has no idea what he’s talking about. “And we’re just talking—nothing has happened yet.”
He stops fussing in his chair, directing all his attention at the camera. “Are you telling me you haven’t contacted Trent and told him to set up a meeting with Green Bay?”
I squirm in my seat.
This bastard knows me too well. “Pfft. That would be creepy.”
He cocks a brow. “But you’re not denying you called Trent and told him to set up a meeting with Green Bay.”
“Listen.” I inspect my fingernails. “I have to explore all my options. New York isn’t the only show in town with championship rings. Neither is Philly or Chicago. I go where the playoffs are.”
Dex isn’t buying my bullshit. “First of all, Green Bay hasn’t been in a championship game for like ten years. Second of all, can they pay you the money you’re looking for?”