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“Yep. The sharp lawyer you're hiring. Giachetti told me she was the youngest woman to work in the Supreme Court.”

Perfect. “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing yet. I'm about to give her a tour, then I'll swing by to introduce you.” He tightens and straightens the silk knot in his tie before turning to the door and calling over his shoulder. “Amp up the charm, eh? She's kind of a hardass.”

“Isn't she on our side?”

“Not yet, but wedefinitelywant her to be.” Cooke taps the top of the door jamb twice as he exits. “Be yourself. Play nice.”

After peeling away my pads, I go to cool off on the bikes as Wade teaches Fletch and Szecze yet another TikTok dance for the team account. I get bored after their five-hundred-and-twenty-seventh attempt at coordinated twerking and hit the showers.

The heated, forceful spray soothes the tightness in my shoulders and lower back. Olsen snickers from the end of the row, collecting water in the skin of his nutsack.Yikes. An intermittent buzzing gets louder and louder. Next to me, Wade takes an electric razor to the pecker, his pubes free-falling to the floor in giant clumps before rolling away like miniature tumbleweeds.

“Manscape at home, Boehner.” I reach out to shove him. He elbows my hand away. “Shedding it isn't gonna makethatany bigger.”

Wade turns off the wireless trimmer with a snort. “Am I giving you a complex, Landy?”

“Fuck no. Your green bean has nothing on He-Man.”

“Green bean? Chinese eggplant's more like it. And He-Man?Fuck, you're ancient.” He rinses off, lowering and lifting his gaze, then sends me a side-eye. “You wanna go? We can go right now.” He palms his dick in a tight grip.

“Really? What are we, thirteen?”

“Loser buys winner double-doubles and Timbits of choice the whole season.”

“Oh, it'son.” I crack my neck both ways, pumping a fist down He-Man's length once, like the cocking of a rifle. “You'll have to remember I like the chocolate ones.”

“Won't have to,” he says, bouncing alternate feet like a boxer. “You'll be buying me ten packs of blueberry all year.” Wade lunges, slashing at the air with his semi. “Take that, you jag!”

He's an agile little shit, escaping my attacks from every direction. I contemplate ending it by kneeing him in the balls, but a loud gasp cuts our fight short. We still.

For a second, I think I'm daydreaming, but Wade must see her, too, from that shit-eating grin forming on his dumb face.

Her. She was at Persepolis after that last loss.

Fuck, she looks good in a tight skirt. A skirt suit, no less. The surprise pales her tan skin. Her incredible tits rise and fall, their round tops peeking above the scooping neckline of her white top. A blush blooms across her face and my dick hardens again.Not now, He-Man. Not in front of the pretty lady.

Her eyes, a warm brown, widen as she darts them in a triangle between us. Me, then downstairs me, Wade, and back at me. And...shit. I'm gawking with my cock in hand. Both hands slap over my groin. It's not exactly a difficult task to hide, considering my balls have retreated into my guts.

“You.” Why do I sound like that? Pull yourself together, man!I swallow a breath, attempting to slow my pounding heart. My mouth is a bastard. “It'syou.”

She backs away in quickened steps, disappearing behind the open entryway.

“We calling that a truce? And who thefuckwas that?” Wade asks as I grumble curses under my breath and march over to my locker. “See how embarrassed she got?” My clueless teammate rambles on, “Shy girls are fuckinghoooot. Freaks in bed, I tell ya.” He turns his head, wiggling his eyebrows. “Think she'll give me her number?”

This fool went to Harvard, but I swear he's one of the biggest idiots I've ever met.

“You know what?Goforit.”

“Yeah?” His face lights up after pulling it through the collar of a white tee. “Where do you know her from?”

“I don't.” I tug on a pair of boxer briefs, then push my arms through the sleeves of the white button-down I wore to the rink. “She was at that club.” Wade shakes his head and shrugs like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. “When you said you'd bang Gabe Finch.”

“Ay-oh!” He lifts a palm to get a high-five, sticking his tongue out between his teeth. I stop buttoning to roll my eyes, then reluctantly give it to him. “Ohhhhh.That'sthe girl you wanted to smash?”

“I want to smashnogirl.” I scoff back, tucking the shirt ends into open navy slacks. At this point, all women are bad news. “But I'm gonna see if I can apologize to her. And then I have to find Cooke and my—”

Lawyer. No.

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