Page 22 of Forever Wild

“So why are we sitting in the bar, not out on the course with her?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s gone. And honestly, I’m not interested in finding someone to be serious with, and neither is she. But she definitely felt like the type of girl I could be serious with.”

“Then why were you chasing after the friend?”

“Fuck if I know.”

But maybe, just maybe, I do know. I’m just scared of what it would mean for my plan to only focus on my game.

Chapter eleven

Bryn

Izzy

You’ll never guess who came to the office today…

Okay, it’s not any fun if you don’t play along.

…

GUESS!

Me

Okay, okay, jeez. Uhm, Janice, HRH Queen of Wild Bluffs?

Izzy

Don’t even joke about that. I can’t handle the gossip queen in my office on a Monday morning. There is not enough coffee in the world to have prepared me for that.

Leave it to Izzy to draw this out. She knows how busy I am during the week, but no, she still insists on texting me right during the middle of a meeting with one of our development teams and then has the gall to be annoyed that I waited until the meeting was over to respond. You would think running a management consultancy firm with Becca would keep her busy, but apparently she’s looking to gossip this morning.

Me

Turns out, I don’t care who came to your office today. *peace emoji*

As expected, seconds later my phone’s screen lights up with an incoming from Izzy.

“Oh, hey, Iz,” I say as the connection finalizes. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You are a pain in my ass. You know that, right? Why can you never play along?!” She’s glaring at the screen, but her smile is trying to fight its way out.

“Izzy, just tell her already!” I hear Becca’s voice from somewhere close to the phone.

I roll my eyes. Clearly, a lot of work is getting done at Flat Roads Consulting today. “Hey, Becca.”

Her face pops into the frame as Izzy flips her phone’s camera around.

I wave and then the video is switched back to Izzy. “How was Sunday night dinner, Iz? Did Mom lecture you on your current marital status again?”

“Ugh. Yes. Luckily, Kelsey didn’t ditch me like you did, so we at least got to share the burden of not providing grandchildren.” She shrugs. It’s a lecture we’ve all heard about a million times now, so it’s not one we take too seriously. “But, really, that is not why we called. I’ve got two words for you—Jameson Walker.”

“Umm.” I search her eyes through the screen, hoping for some more context. “I’m going to need more than just a name.”

Both Izzy and Becca are in the video now. “Jameson ‘The Dick’ Walker was just in my office,” Becca says somewhat grumpily.

The Dick. It makes him sound like he’s got some super dick and as such is the only thing that can define him. It’s like being “The Arm,” except instead of being a pitcher with a kickass fastball, he’s a man with an incredibly talented dick.

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