Page 43 of Against All Odds

I should’ve kissed you. I dream every night about kissing you while I lie on my new mattress that you gave me.

My husband is engaged—to his mistress.

Take your pick.

I sigh and open up my phone to show him the article. “Here.”

He reads it and huffs. “Well, that would do it.”

“It sure does.”

“All right, well, your day sucks, but you’re not sitting here drinking alone. Come on.” Everett grabs my drink and starts to walk away.

“Hey!” I call after him but get off the barstool, chasing my drink.

When we get to the table, his friend stands, like a gentleman. “Killian, this is Violet. She and I have been friends forever. She’s going to join us if that’s cool?”

Killian smiles warmly. “Of course, welcome.”

“Thank you. I didn’t plan to be around anyone, so I’m sorry if I’m in a mood. This asshole stole my drink and forced me to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting at all. I’m glad to have someone other than Everett to hang out with, and he totally is a prick. You stole her drink?”

“I did. She would’ve fought me about sitting with us, so this was easier.”

“I swear, you’re on a roll lately with your friends.”

I grin. “Seems you annoy everyone lately. Hazel said you drive her nuts, and Miles says the same.”

“I’m an equal opportunity ballbuster,” Everett admits.

I turn to Killian. “So you’re a member of his sports team? Do you play baseball too?”

Killian shakes his head. “No, we don’t ... umm ... play baseball.”

“Oh? Football?”

“Nope, not football either.”

Okay, why is he being so weird? “What do you guys play?” I ask.

“Ultimate Frisbee,” Everett answers as he leans back in his seat.

I didn’t know that was even a thing. “And what exactly is Ultimate Frisbee?”

Killian jumps in. “It’s like football, with a disc. Think of it as a merging of those sports.”

“I see.”

“It’s a lot of fun. Hazel is riveted by the games. She comes to a lot of them,” Everett informs me.

“You have groupies?” I ask.

“Of course. I’m kind of a big deal in the Frisbee world.”

Killian chokes on his drink. “You are?”

Everett gives him a look. “Aren’t I?”

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