Page 113 of Wild Hit
I ponder for a moment. “I don’t know if there’s a part of me that Miguel’s into.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
“What?” I ask, completely left out of their conversation.
“Those.”
“That.”
The two of them point at my chest. I look down at it, currently encased by an Orlando Wild jersey with the number 3 at the back. I’m still channeling my best wife impression until the last second so Miguel doesn’t feel embarrassed.
“No, trust me. He never looks at them.”
“Just because the guy is respectful doesn’t mean that he’s not dreaming inside of that testosterone riddled brain of his,” Rose says with a shake of her head, curls bouncing all over.
“I mean, he didn’t make a whole kid by himself.” Hope gifts me with a deadpan stare. “Are you sure he’s never showed any particular interest before?”
“Oh.” The night of my dad’s cocktail party flashes in front of my eyes. Heat starts creeping up my neck, and I know I’m going to start looking like a white and pink Dalmatian soon. “There was one time…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmm?”
They make me smile a little. It’s like they were waiting for the tables to turn all this time.
“Please don’t tell Logan but Miguel and I made out in his Maserati.”
“Youwhat?”
Hope starts laughing like Santa Claus.
“It was a weird night, okay? We were both stressed out and got caught in the rain. Anyway, long story short, he was very much into my legs.”
Rose cocks an eyebrow. “Was he kissing your legs or how did this even happen?”
I clear my throat. Twice. “No, I was um… sitting on his lap.”
Gasps. Looks of outrage.
Hope starts with “I’m going to need all of the—” but can’t finish because there’s a heck of a lot of noise all of a sudden. Almost as if every WAG and family member who vacated the premises was coming back at the same time.
The three of us turn around and…
Of all things I was expecting, nowhere among them was Miguel freaking Machado in the flesh, walking down the stands in his dirty uniform and no cap on his head, hair messy, skin glowing with sweat, and eyes fully trained on me, with the whole damn team tagging along behind him.
“What’s happening?” I whisper. The girls respond different versions ofIdon’t know, but they sound amused where I’m confused.
We follow their journey until it stops, and that’s only when Miguel is standing in front of me. He leans forward, both hands propping him up against the backrest of the chair in the row below mine. The other boys are all over, spilling into the stands around us for reasons I don’t understand.
“W-What’s going on?” I ask, looking around.
“Audrey.” My name coming out of Miguel’s mouth never ceases to stop my brain function, and I focus on him. He’s the only interesting one in this crowd, anyway. A drop of sweat trickles down from his temple, caressing his incredible jaw, until it finds that chin I’d still love to bite.
Oh snap. He just said something and I was too busy eating him up to register it.
“Sorry, what was that?”
