Page 13 of Bad Boys Don’t Date Clumsy Girls

I wilt. That’s the extent of my small talk. I should just shut up and listen to Sam too. I reach for my iced tea. At least I can stick a straw in my mouth and pretend that’s the reason I can’t chatter merrily with the hot baseball player. Unfortunately, the cup catches the lip of my plate and slips from my hand. I jerk to recover it, but only manage to nudge it and change its trajectory so that it splats to the table and spills its entire contents down Rex’s shirt and into his lap. He leaps backward out of the chair, tea soaking the front of his pants as well.

The room burst into laughter and applause.

I want to slink under the table. Instead, I grab Sam’s napkin and blot at Rex’s leg.

He grabs the napkin from my hand. “I’ll do that.”

Only then do I realize where I’d been blotting. I turn seven more shades of red. Honestly, I’m probably purple by this point. I’m surprised the heat of my embarrassment doesn’t instantly dry Rex’s clothes.

Bek gathers more napkins and hands them to Rex so he can soak up the extra moisture from his clothing.

I’m chanting a litany of apologies, but I’m not even sure it’s loud enough for anyone to hear. I probably look like a crazy girl talking to myself.

Rex tosses the sodden mess of napkins on the table and looks across the room to his buddy, Lane. “I gotta change, bro. We gotta go.”

“Rex, I’m so, so sorry.” This time I put some real feeling behind the apology, but he never looks at me.

I watch him walk out, laughing and shaking hands with other guys as he passes by them. When Lane catches up with him, he slaps Rex on the back and says something that makes them both laugh, and I just know it has something to do with me trying to help clean him up.

As my gaze follows them out, it snags on the guy leaning against the wall of the entrance. Dylan stares at me with that snarky half-smile of his. I scowl and drop my gaze to my lap, only then realizing that I’m wet too.

Of course.

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