Page 28 of Easton

Hey, I am still a guy.

And I’m not even really married.

I can look.

She shakes my hand and bats her long lashes at me.

I chuckle a little, shaking my head.

I tell her, “Congratulations,” and that I’m looking forward to lunch.

She replies, “Oh, so am I, Easton, so am I.”

Oh boy.

I return to the table, and holy shit—Claire looks beyond pissed.

“You okay?” I ask as I sit down next to her.

“Yes,” she snaps, turning her head and sniffing. “I’m fine.”

Oh my God, she’s jealous, much like I was earlier. But she truly has nothing to worry about. Hot Girl may be smokin’, but I’m not interested.

I do, however, allow myself a moment to enjoy the satisfaction that I’m not the only one who’s been feeling pangs of jealousy, especially tonight.

The only thing perplexing is, if we’re only friends, why are we feeling this way?

After the charity dinner and auction, I’m feeling all kinds of confused.

Why was I so jealous of that girl who won the lunch with Easton?

Why am I still irritated?

The “date” hasn’t even happened yet.

But I dread it.

Why, though?

And why did I pay so much attention to Shane?

Not all of his jokes were that funny.

I guess I wanted to see if Easton would notice and get jealous.

I could tell that he did. I caught him rolling his eyes, and once he even let out an aggravated huff.

I really liked that.

But I shouldn’t have.

That’s why I’m glad that after a couple of additional home games following that dinner, the team went on the road for a bunch of away matches.

In fact, they’re still gone.

Though I’ve missed Easton, we need this time apart to get back to what we are—good friends. The night of the dinner, when he came into my bedroom and zipped up my dress, we shared an unexpected lusty moment.

It was unplanned but so real.

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