Page 54 of Force Play

“You licked me. Does that mean you plan to keep me?”

“I don’t believe for one second that you want to be kept.” Her attention shifts to the game, her lips moving silently as she counts my spaces. “Besides, we’ve been over this. I don’t date guys like you.”

“You mean, handsome as fuck, but cheats at board games?”

“So you admit it.” The side of her mouth quirks up and those dark eyes study me too long to be considered a passing interest.

“That I’m handsome? Obviously.”

“That you’re a scoundrel who can’t be trusted?”

“Not going to dispute how good looking I am? I’ll count that as a win.” Using a gentle hand I brush my fingers over her bruise which has started to fade from an angry purple to green at the edges. “Scoundrel or not, you can trust me to come through when it counts. The offer still stands to use that key.”

“I’m not sure I ever told you how much I appreciate you coming to get me the other day. And for this, it was unexpected and exactly what I needed. So, thank you.”

“That’s what friends do.”

For once, she doesn’t fight me on the label. She just hands me my card and rolls her eyes, letting me count out my spaces on my own. Just because her lips don’t move doesn’t mean she’s not watching. Testing my theory, I take one extra space. “It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“No clue what you mean.”

“I’ve never really been a fan of rules where you’re concerned.” Especially the one that’s keeping us apart. Slowly but surely I’m going to prove to her that she’s wrong about us, that one night wasn’t enough.

Driving home an hour later, one Sorry game lighter, I know, without a doubt, that this was where I needed to be tonight.

The Myth, The Man, The Legend - Dad Chat

Dad:

Don’t leave me hanging. Did you get the girl?

Dom:

I’m working on it. She’s a little prickly

and she’s going through some things. I’m just trying to be there for her.

Dad:

All you can do is show her the kind of man you are.

Dom:

I’m trying. I just hope it’s enough.

Dad:

You know your mom put me through

my paces when we first started dating.

Dom:

You asked her out five times before she

finally agreed. I’ve heard the story.

Dad:

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