Page 27 of Love on the Waiver Wire

“I really had a great time tonight, Isla.”

“I did too,”

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My room is spinning as I watch Owen’s touchdown over and over again. Not only was it incredibly sexy, but the camera gave us an absolute gift by zooming in just as he turns around, giving us the perfect view of his butt in those football pants.

Most importantly, though, is that the meaning of this touchdown is different now. He knew it was me the entire time. Maybe before tonight I would just say he was being an ass, but I’m not sure anymore.

And as I finally manage to drift off to sleep, the realization hits me.

He pointed after rolling into the end zone.

He pointed right at me.

13

OWEN

Leo Warner’s little sister has taken over my thoughts, and I’m only a little mad about it.

I don’t want Leo to hate me. I know that I’m treading in dangerous waters. Riding with the girls to get them home? Going into the private section with Isla? Anyone could say anything. Anyone could grab a photo and plaster it over the internet. What is Leo going to say when he sees that? What would I tell him?

The truth, of course. I wouldn’t lie to him if he ever asks me.

But I know he’ll be furious. But I just can’t help it.

The only time I’m able to get my thoughts away from her is when I’m lifting in the training room. It’s Tuesday, our day off, so I head to my gym for a lift. While some of the guys just take the whole day off, many of us try to at least get something done to ensure our minds stay in the right place. And I need that more than ever now.

“You’re looking good, man,” Cody, my strength coach tells me as he comes up behind me, studying my form in the mirror before us.

“Thanks,” I say simply, wiping the sweat from my forehead before grabbing my water.

“Want to head into the mini hurdle bounds?”

Absolutely not, is what I want to say, but instead I nod, stretching my shoulders before following him.

I train for about an hour more and grab a protein shake, heading home.

I haven’t heard anything from Isla since last night, and the second I step into my apartment I feel overcome with the stifling feeling of loneliness.

Mission: Possible

I hope you’re feeling okay today

I’m not sure if texting her was the best decision, but I don’t know what else to do today.

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

No hangover here; thank you for asking

Mission: Possible

What do you have planned for today?

Am I being too forward?

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

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