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We walked back to our trucks, and Baylor gripped my biceps. The tips of his fingers pressed into my skin. “This wasn’t so bad. I think I might have enjoyed myself. Maybe.”

Coming from Baylor, that sounded pretty damn close to a compliment. “I guess it wasn’t completely terrible,” I agreed.

Baylor gave me a look that said he saw through my bullshit and chuckled. “Goodnight, Casey. Thanks for dinner.”

“Night. Thanks for dessert.”

I turned, but he called out, making me turn back. “Hey, if I called, would you pick up?”

“Nope.”

My stomach swirled. Yeah, it gave me a sick littlethrill that he’d asked again. It occurred to me as I drove home that if I treated Baylor a little nicer, even if it was just an act, my season might turn out a lot smoother. Would it kill me to entertain the man, to give him a smile or two, maybe join him for dinner here and there, so that he wouldn’t continue to make those ridiculous calls against my team? A flash of him naked and bent over before me, thighs spread wide as he showed me his wet hole filled my head.

No, it probably wouldn’t kill me in the slightest. Especially not if dinner ended in bed again.

CHAPTER TWELVE

BAYLOR

“Why are you even here?”

“Excuse me?”

“Before you moved to Mapleview, you were busy almost every single night. What happened to Big City Baylor? You always had a date or some social function going on, but since you moved to town, you’re here almost every night. What gives?”

Austin chuckled and when he caught my glare, he straightened his expression and went back to his textbook. “I told you, I was ready to make some changes in my life when I moved here.”

“What kind of changes?” Marcus asked.

“I don’t know, just…changes.” I caught the look he shared with Austin, a look of total confusion.

“Going out is overrated,” Austin added. “I would much rather stay home with Coach and cook dinner together.”

He gave his best toothpaste-commercial smile, andMarcus looked at him googly-eyed. Jesus Christ, going out was definitely better than this. I ignored the T-shirt Austin wore that proudly proclaimed he was Coach’s Boy. Whatever. Their brand of kinky shit wasn’t my bag. I was pretty much vanilla in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean that I was boring. Just not into… whatever it was they were into.

“That’s why I’m here,” I answered with a smile. “Nothing this town has to offer beats Marcus’s cooking.”

Marcus laughed and rolled his eyes. “You’re so full of shit.” He turned to Austin. “Sweetheart, could you grab me another bottle of water?” Austin hopped up to grab the water and Marcus waited until he was out of earshot before asking, “What was that shit at the diner the other night?”

He looked at me strangely, and I could see the curiosity burning in his dark eyes. “What shit?”

“The way you slurped that pickle like you were sucking cock.”

Damn it, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and knew they were turning red in front of his eyes. It was a dead giveaway that I was guilty of something. “I don’t know what you mean. Isn’t sucking cockyourthing? Not mine.”

“Funny, I would have said the same thing until I saw you with that pickle. It looked like you were staring at Austin’s coach.”

I smacked him on the back. “You’ve gone around the bend, buddy.”

I could feel the weight of his stare as he continued towatch me. “Were you flirting with him?” I remained quiet, which only made him prod harder. “Since when do you flirt with guys?”

Oh, fuck it. Why bother? All of this lying and evasiveness was just exhausting. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“What do you mean? It wouldn’t be the first time? When was the first time?”

“While back, late at night at a bar. There was this guy.” I shrugged, letting my words die off.

“And?”

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