Page 18 of Breaking Rules

Xander:

Yeah, I guess he has…

Me:

Xander:

Rolling your eyes at me? After I covered for you in front of Miller? Rude.

Me:

Is there a particular reason you’re messaging me?

Xander:

What if I miss you?

My lungs seize, and I jolt so violently I almost spill my coffee.

Me:

Have a good day.

I put my phone facedown on the table and sip from my mug. This guy is getting on my nerves already, and dammit, I’m stuck working with him.

My ringing phone brings me back to reality, and the unknown number flashing on the screen taunts me. What are the chances itisn’tXander?

Slim to none, that’s for sure.

I slide my thumb over the screen. “What?” I bark. “I wished you a good day.”

“What if it wasn’t me calling?” Xander’s laughter rumbles in my ear.

“Itisyou, so I don’t see any point in speculating about what-ifs. What do you want?”

“You agreed to help decorate my place, but you have no idea what my house looks like,” he murmurs, unbothered by my rudeness. “How about you come over?”

“Today?”

“Yeah, preseason starts in a week. After that, my free time will be limited,” he says. “But I’m available today.”

“You’re lucky I have nothing important going on.” I blow out a breath and stand up. “Send me your address.”

“No need for that.”

A knock at the front door startles me, making me jump.

With a growl of frustration, I stomp to the door and throw it open. On the other side, Xander stands dressed in a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers, a Cheshire grin on his face and his phone still pressed to his ear.

“I thought it’d be better to pick you up myself.”

CHAPTER7

IN YOUR DREAMS

BELLA

July

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