Page 24 of Forever Wild

I text him back, thinking about how easy it is to talk to him. Jameson is funnier than I anticipated. I didn’t expect his humor on the course to be quite as…intelligent? I am well aware there are many smart professional athletes, but I guess I played the odds and assumed he wasn’t.

I’m also resisting the urge to Google Jameson. One, because I don’t want to be tempted to creepily stare at the pictures of him all night long. And two, because I’m not sure I want to know everything the internet has to say about him. I might—okay, I definitely will—at some point give in to the temptation, but now, when things just seem easy and fun, I’m probably better off not knowing.

My FaceTime rings again, and I give in, swiping to answer my sister’s call.

“You’re a real dick, you know?” She’s glaring at me, her eyes tiny slits behind her glasses.

I point to my chest. “Me? Your favorite sister?”

“I’m officially handing the title to Kelsey. You know what you did.”

I sit in silence, knowing it’ll just irritate her more.

She finally breaks. “Ugh! You really are the worst. Tell me! Did he text you?”

I do my best to look confused. “Who?”

“I hate you. Did Jameson Walker, the professional golfer you hung out with this weekend who also came into my office today to ask for your phone number, contact you in any way, shape, or form?”

“Thank you for clarifying. I am wildly popular, so can’t be expected to remember whose calls you believe I’m waiting on.”

She blinks rapidly at me, something she only does when signaling her annoyance.

“Tell me, Bryn, or I will get Kelsey to have her team hack your stupid phone. And while they are in there, I will make them change your autocorrect so that every time you write ‘meeting,’ it changes to ‘hookup.’”

“Jesus, Iz, that’s oddly specific.” I think about the implications of such a switch. “And, upon further reflection, would completely unhinge my work messages. I’m also like ninety-nine percent certain Kelsey’s team can’t, technically or legally, do that.”

“I will kill you.”

“Fine!” I smile at her. “You’re so testy today. Yes, he randomly called and left me a voicemail while I was still at the office, but then he immediately followed it up with a text, so I’ve decided to forgive him for such a ridiculous notion.”

Izzy crinkles her nose. “Can you imagine if you would’ve had to call him back? It would’ve been the beginning of the end right there.”

“I know. I truly don’t think I would’ve done it. I mean, I would’ve responded…just via text.”

She laughs. “Obviously. No way you’re not responding when Jameson Walker calls. That man is beautiful.”

“I don’t know if I would go with beautiful. Definitely handsome, but I think he might be a bit too rugged to be in the beautiful classification.”

“You’re not wrong. His friend JT, though? He—and can we just spend one more moment reflecting on the two hot, professional golfers in my office today?—is beautiful with his blond hair and blue eyes.” She gets a dreamy look in her eyes but shakes it away. “Anyway, did he ask you out?!”

“Yes, in the first ten text messages he, like any other normal, red-blooded male, poetically asked me out on a date with a horse-drawn carriage and a pathway of rose petals,” I reply sarcastically.

“Ew, that sounds like a terrible first date. I hope he has something better planned.”

“I would truly hate being taken on that date.”

“I know. So, are you going to drop the cherry bomb on him before you go out?”

“Can we please not call losing my virginity that? And no, I’m not going to tell him. He, like all other people, will just assume that I’ve had sex. I’m twenty-eight and not actually all that awkward.”

“Or you could tell him so you don’t start your relationship off with a lie…”

“You’re the worst. I regret telling you about still being a virgin. Plus, I gotta go. I need to eat this beef lo mein that is currently getting cold.”

Plus, I have someone waiting for a text back from me.

Chapter twelve

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