Page 17 of Bad Call

You saved my number all this time and never used it?

If only he had called me weeks ago, we could have saved ourselves all this bullshit!

Unknown Caller:

I might have just come across it.

Accidentally.

Bullshit!More like I’d finally pissed him off enough to use it.

What you’re saying and not saying reveals so much.

Unknown Caller:

I don’t sit around thinking of you!

It’s past midnight, so you obviously do. It’s OK, I get it. I’m hard to forget.

UnknownCaller:

What you are is a fucking jackass. You certainly looked like one at the diner tonight.

Sounds like you couldn’t take your eyes off me.

Unknown Caller:

That’s funny, because you were staring at me every time I checked.

So you admit you were looking!

Unknown Caller:

This conversation is ridiculous and going nowhere, much like your career.

I saved his number under Colin, the name he gave me when we first met. Then I gathered my courage and hit the call button.

It rang three times before disconnecting. Another text popped up.

Colin:

I’m not answering, so don’t bother calling back! Good night.

Until next time…

He was seething; I just knew it. Deep down in my soul, I was positive I’d pissed him off good andwell. He deserved nothing less. I hoped he stayed awake all night thinking of me. I hoped he typed out ten different texts that he didn’t have the balls to send. Tomorrow morning, I hoped he regretted everything he said and spent the entire day second-guessing himself.

CHAPTER NINE

CASEY

My jaw cracked loudlyas I yawned widely. I slept for shit last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I sawhisface behind my lids. My cock was uncomfortably hard thinking of his wicked tongue licking that pickle like he’d licked my cock that night. God, I’d love to feel his mouth on me again.

Ain’t gonna happen.If ever there was a one-and-done guy, it’d be Baylor fucking Buchanan.

Sifting through the long-sleeve compression shirts, I grabbed a white and a gray off the rack in a size XL. Despite it being spring, it was still chilly at night, and these would keep me warm beneath my jersey. The men’s apparel section of the sporting goods store was rather small. Mostly, they specialized in equipment. I was headed toward the registers when I passed a familiar face that had me doing a double take.

Jesus Christ, he’s everywhere! I can’t get away from him.

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