Page 96 of When to Call a Blitz

My laugh shakes me, and I nearly spill my coffee. “What does that even mean?”

“They could crack open my skull and I wouldthank you, Emmett. Those things are huge.”

“That’s a good thing?”

“Hell yeah it is.” She looks down at her lap, the smile she’s been wearing faltering. “I told that guy that I wouldn’t be seeing him,” she whispers, and fireworks erupt in my brain.

“Thank god.”

Her head whips toward me and she smirks. “He said he still wants to meet you and get your autograph.”

I groan. “Yeah that’s not going to happen and you know it, Heidi. The only way he’s getting an autograph is if it’s a photo of my name written on your ass and sent to him, and the man isn’t seeing your ass.”

She cocks her head. “You don’t want to entertain a fan?”

“A man who fumbled you? Not even close.”

“There’s a reason he fumbled me though. His name is Emmett.”

“He seems like a really cool guy.”

“He’s good enough. Really good with his tongue. Has a shockingly dirty mouth for as quiet as he is.”

I adjust myself on the couch so I’m facing her better. “Have I ever really been quiet with you? I feel like I can’t shut up.”

She considers this. “Not always. There’s been some moments where you are. But for the most part you’re right. I kinda like being the person who makes you come out of your shell.”

I rest my head on my arm that’s draped over the back of the couch. “I don’t know if it’s me being in a shell more than just not having wanted to get close to anyone.”

Her brows furrow as she adjusts herself in the seat too. “You’ve been quiet around Leo before too.”

“Because Leo is talkative enough for both of us,” he shrugs. “When I’m with Leo the man just does all the work. It’s like I can kinda sit there and let him take the wheel, and I can just relax.”

“Ahh, so you’re a passenger princess.” She smiles as the words leave her mouth.

I shrug. “I guess so.

Heidi bites her lip. “My friends told me I had to blitz you.”

My head snaps up. “My friends told me that, too.”

“I feel like it didn’t take much.”

“Is that why you told me about the second-string guy?”

She shakes her head, no. “I really did want to start getting out there. I knew I didn’t want much out of him, but if you didn’t want me I was going to use him to get over you.”

“That’s a little cold hearted.”

“He knew what the deal was,” she defends. “He didn’t want anything serious either. Just wanted a photo of you at some point, and a couple quickies here and there.”

“So youwerewearing those panties for him.” I nod as I say it, but my smile makes it clear that I’m teasing.

“I was hoping you’d find them first,” she lobs back at me.

I’m just about to fire back when my phone rings, and I reach for it, answering it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

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