Page 35 of A Pretty Fixation

I pull away from him. “It could have been anyone.I didn’t see a face.”

He huffs. “It was me. There’s your proof, Jordyn.You’re—”

“Don’t,” I stop him. “Don’t say the name.”

“Fine.” He lingers on me for a moment. “Are youall right?”

I inhale and exhale deeply before answering,“Yes.” My voice comes out low. “I’m all right.”

He motions to the exit. “Let’s go.”

It’s a quick drive down the strip to Smashburger.While Caleb orders, I focus on alleviating the emotions still running wildafter that startling memory.

I can’t believe I remembered something.

Caleb.

Is he right after all?

He suggests eating at the practice field used bythe Hartford soccer club.

After parking, we enter the opened gates and climbthe steps into the stands.

Other people are around, watching the practicewhile enjoying the sunny afternoon.

“You good?” Caleb checks again when we sit.

I nod.

He takes a big bite and tells me after swallowing,“Not bad.”

“They make good burgers.”

He shrugs and drinks some of his soda, eyescutting to the field.

“You didn’t have practice today?” I ask.

“Early.” He looks at me. “Do you usually work outSaturday mornings?”

I wobble my head. “Scarlett’s friend convinced herto join Zumba. In turn, she asked me to tag along. It was fun. Exhausting, butfun.”

“That’s good. You look great either way.”

Heat floods my cheek. I dip my head and resumeeating, but it’s hard not to steal glances at Caleb. He’s so alluring, and god,he smells incredible—a cologne concocted with the purpose of instant seduction.

Pushing back the desire, I regard the focus on hisface while watching the players. He seems passionate about soccer.

“Do you get nervous before matches?” I ask afterdrinking.

He looks at me as he answers. “Sometimes. I don’tlet nerves get in the way, though. The team’s counting on me to do my part.When I walk off the field, win or lose, I know I gave my all.”

I slope my head, realizing something. “Your eyeslight up when you talk about soccer.”

“Do they?” He grasps my hand after I set my drinkdown. “It’s because I’m talking to you.”

Of course, the organ in my chest increases tempo.

“Cheesy.” I pretend to be unbothered and try topull away.

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