Page 5 of Interception

“Where’s the Faith who set out with a goal to get laid good and proper this summer? He does not get to turn you into a simpering idiot.”

“You’re right.” She stops and grabs her phone from her pocket, typing out a quick message. There’s a sly grin on her face that tells me she’s up to some mischief.

“Are we going to stay out here, or are you going to knock on the door?”

“Just wait a minute.” It’s raining, so obviously, she’d want to stand outside. What the hell? Her phone beeps, and I realize what she’s up to. Well played, Faith. She’s texting him.

When she’s ready, I follow her to the doorstep and wait anxiously for Hunter to answer the door. He doesn’t disappoint. The second he sees Faith, he’s on her like white on rice sucking face in the rain—all chick-flick fantastic. I have ceased to exist in her world.

I’m severely out of place right now, so I move to sidestep them and head inside, but I’m stopped in my tracks.

Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

My breath hitches, my chest constricts, and my knees almost buckle beneath me at the sight of Cooper Danford standing in the doorway, devouring me with his ice-blue gaze.

Chapter Two

Coop

Holy shit.

I don’t even know her name or why she’s standing on my doorstep right now, but whatever brought her here, I’m happy for the sudden turn of events in my day.

Hunter has been hiding out here since he had surgery on his hand, but if I’d known Faith was going to show up with a smoking hot friend in tow, I would’ve called her myself and drawn a map to my place.

“Hi, I’m Zoey. You must be Cooper. Mind if I come in and leave this feral pair to snack on each other’s faces?” So this is the best friend. Damn! Hunter and Faith are too wrapped up in each other to set foot inside the door. Zoey is getting rained on while waiting for them to stop sucking face, so I hold open the door and welcome her in.

She strides past me like she owns the place. I like her already. Leaving Hunter to do his thing, I follow behind Zoey, enjoying the view.

“Make yourself at home. I wasn’t expecting guests, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.”

She drops her bag at the side of the couch and wanders over to the kitchen island before turning to look at me—really look at me.

“You’re even hotter in person than you are on TV. The football gear is sexy and all, but fuck me, wow…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, leaving me hanging. I get the impression I could be in for a lot of that in the next twenty-four hours.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure. Wine if you have it.”

“Red or white?” As I walk past her toward the fridge, anticipating she’ll ask for white wine, the scent of her perfume hangs in the air between us. She smells good enough to eat, and right now, the thought of feasting on her makes my cock twitch. “Chanel?”

“I’d rather not drink my perfume. Red wine will do just fine, thanks.”

“I had you pegged for white, maybe even sparkling.” She gives me a sly grin.

“You’d do well to avoid pegging me at all, champ. I’m not the kind of girl who fits into whatever cookie cutter you think I came from.”

“Sassy. I like it.” I grab a bottle and pour her a generous glass of pinot noir.

“I bet you do.” Oh, this girl is a minx. This weekend just got very interesting.

When Hunter finally comes up for air, I can tell he’s giving Zoey a wide berth. I find it supremely amusing—the mighty Hunter Vaughn, scared to come and talk with his fuck buddy’s best friend. In his defense, she’s glaring at him something fierce as he disappears, dragging their bags to the guest room. I’d help him, but I think he needs a few minutes alone to compose himself.

“So, how did you guys meet?”

Faith drops down onto the couch across from her friend, and as I grab her a glass and pour her a drink, I see why Hunter is so smitten. She’s beautiful. He never stood a chance of holding out on her.

“Are you going to stare at her all night? Creepy much?” Zoey slings back her wine like it’s grape juice.

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