Page 188 of How to Lose at Love

The shitstorm she created.

“Look, you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours. Sound good?”

Tiffany has no option but to nod her acquiescence. “Fine.”

“Great.” I pause. “Anything else or are we good?”

Tiffany narrows her eyes. “We’re good.”

We’re not.

I can see it in the tilt of her brows and the way she narrows those blue eyes.

Yikes.

Kitten has a dark side.

I watch her walk away, clad in that gray hoodie and athletic shorts, still not warm enough for the weather we’re having, but I’m sure her priority isn’t staying warm.

It’s to show off her smooth, tan legs.

Gross.

Nevertheless, I watch said legs until they’re back on her own porch where she belongs.

I nod to Dallas, who says something to his brothers behind him inside the house before stepping onto the porch. Shuts the door and slowly ambles down.

Sigh.

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“I’ll never forget the time I was at a friend’s birthday party playing truth or dare and someone actually dared me to go home.”

– Drew, about a party he went to in middle school

“Babe? Is anything wrong?”

Ryann has been lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling since she came home from class, lost in thought.

I arrived early to watch Duke’s football game at her place, bringing dinner and all, already killing it at this boyfriend game, the look of surprise on her face reward enough for the good deed of feeding her.

Burgers and fries, but hey—free food.

“Babe?”

I love calling her that, and I think she loves hearing it because every time I say it, she gives me a shy smile.

All day she’s been quiet.

I pause the TV, Duke Colter frozen on the screen as he stands on the sidelines wrapped in a thermal heated cape and having water sprayed in his mouth by a trainer.

That’s going to be me someday.

Possibly next season.

I shiver at the thought.

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