Page 83 of Play Along

“What the hell did you do to piss off Dr. Fredrick so badly?”

“I married your best friend.”

Cody’s eyes twinkle. “A fact you seemed perfectly okay with while we were in St. Louis.”

I wave him off. “I had too much to drink, thanks to you.”

“You had one drink thanks to me.”

“Well, then we can call it a fleeting moment of weakness.”

“You call it whatever you want if it’ll make you feel better, but you don’t need to justify it to me. I get it.”

“You get it, huh?” My lips tilt in amusement. “You got a thing for my husband, Cody?”

“Isaiah?” He barks a laugh. “Fuck no. Isaiah is too pretty for my tastes. I like them a little more rugged. I meant that I understand if your opinion of him has changed now that you’re getting to know him. He’s my best friend for a reason. On the surface, he comes off like this arrogant little shit, but deep down, he has a heart of gold and maybe you’re starting to see that.”

I have seen it. The protectiveness while we were at dinner with my family. The lack of judgment when I explained my inexperience in the dating world.

I ignore the rest of Cody’s statement. “He is pretty, isn’t he?”

“Who’s pretty?”

My attention snaps up to find Isaiah standing behind Cody, only wearing a backwards hat and a pair of shorts, holding a paper cup in his hand.

I try to keep my eyes on that pretty face instead of that pretty chest, those pretty abs, or those stupidly pretty arms.

Cody covers for me. “This guy I went out with last night. I was just showing Kennedy a picture.” He hops off the training table. “See you guys later. Thanks for the tape job, Kenny!”

“Excuse me?” Isaiah whirls in his direction. “What did you just call her?”

There’s absolutely no confusion on Cody’s smirking face as he walks backwards towards the exit. “What? I called her Kenny. Isn’t that what you call her?”

“And in what fucking world does that mean you get to call her that?”

Cody’s head falls back in laughter, muttering “Lovesick motherfucker” as he leaves the training room.

“Shithead.” Isaiah’s scowl turns into a smile as he turns back to face me. “There’s the Mrs.”

“Do you lay awake at night thinking of names you know will annoy the shit out of me or what?”

He sits on the now vacant training table, making us almost eye to eye.

“No.” He takes a sip of whatever is in his cup. “I lay awake at night thinking about those noises you made while I was kissing you and wondering how much louder you’d be if instead of your mouth, my tongue was on your—”

“Isaiah Rhodes!”

He gasps. “Kennedy Rhodes!” His smile is all mischief as he hooks a foot around my calf, pulling me to stand between his legs. “Hi.”

I shoot him a glare. “Hi.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I don’t see how that’s physically possible when you’ve already come to see me four times today, trying to feed me.”

Without thought, my hands land on his thighs in front of me.

Isaiah looks down and I catch the suppressed smile on his lips.

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