Page 82 of What If I See You

August pats me on the back. “Yeah man, we know.”

“Yeah, but I’m…” I sigh. “I’m really fucking attracted to her.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Griff,” Bodhi adds.

Ledger lifts his hand to one of the bartenders and then slides his empty glass onto the bar asking for another. “Does she know?”

Uh…

I shrug my shoulder. “Honestly I don’t know. I mean I try to say things around her but then I get fucking nervous because I don’t want to say the wrong thing but also I’m me, you know?” I bring a hand to my chest. “I’m good at flirting. I used to pick up women on the regular and now…since the day she knocked on my door looking like this pathetically sad, but fucking adorable person, she’s the only one I’ve wanted. The only female I’ve thought about in…weeks? A month?” I shrug again. “I don’t know. However long it’s been since she literally walked into my life.”

Bodhi shakes his head. “She feels the same, man. I can promise you that.”

“How the hell do you know that though?”

“Well first of all, we all saw the way she was looking at you in the locker room today,” he recounts.

August adds, “Plus the way she was so worried about you after the game.”

That was pretty fucking cute.

“And lastly,” Bodhi says, “Corrigan told me as much while you guys were giving each other googly eyes in the locker room. I just didn’t have the time to talk to you about it and I knew we needed to focus on the game.”

“So, it’s a thing then?” I ask him point blank, my brows arching in anticipation. “She’s interested? She likes me?”

He nods grinning at me. “It’s a thing. She’s into you, man. She just hasn’t said the words yet.”

Thank you Jesus!

Let’s go!

A wave of renewed confidence comes over me and I stand a little taller. “Well…all right then. This changes everything.”

August cocks a brow. “It does?”

“Yep.” I nod, watching her across the bar. “If my wife wants to play, I’ll play.”

Once the ladies have their drinks, they make their way around the bar. August, Bodhi, and I have empty chairs available in front of us for the ladies to sit in, but as Layken steps toward her awaiting seat, a man moves in front of her.

“Hey,”

Who the fuck is this guy?

Layken acknowledges the man and smiles. “Hi.”

My gut instinct is to go ape-shit alpha on this guy talking to my wife. I can absolutely be the douchey she-belongs-to-me-type but she makes eye contact with me enough to let me know she’s got this under control.

I know you do, Naughty.

And if you don’t, I’m right here.

“If you don’t mind my saying so, you’ve got the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. Can I buy you a drink?”

What the fuck?

That’s not how you do it buddy.

Plus that’s my wife you’re hitting on.

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