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He pinched my arm. “Let’s go. The Hard Spot has a margarita sampler. You can’t resist that.”
Nah.
What I actually couldn’t resist was the idea of finding someone hot to hook up with.
Thinking with my dick wasn’t so bad, usually.
Now that I wasn’t dating Coach’s son anymore, I was free to play with any cute guy I could find in the bar tonight.
“I’m ready to sample a whole bottle of tequila,” I told him.
“That’s the spirit. Jacob’s the designated driver. Drink your heart out.”
When we got to the Hard Spot, the guys had joked and laughed with me enough that I finally started to feel a little normal again.
The bar was packed.
The music was good.
I got a good margarita in my hand and scanned the room for hot guys.
But when Luke led me over to the big corner table, I knew I was already fucked.
Gray Gilman was already there.
“Andrew,” Gray said. His voice was deep, cutting right to my core.
He was sitting at the corner table with a drink in hand, looking at me like he’d been waiting for my arrival.
He has to come out to the goddamn bar with us, too?
“Gray.”
“I’ve been meaning to introduce myself,” he said, “but it seems like you already know who I am. I’m going to be writing about the Tempests.”
Get.
The fuck.
Out of my life.
I reached out to shake his hand. It felt like shaking hands with a ticking time bomb.
His eyes were even prettier when he was this close. I’d always had a thing for dark hair combined with light blue eyes. Sucked that the movie-star looks had to be wasted on someone like him.
“For the Homecoming edition of the TNU Weekly,” I said. “I know.”
“Good.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to stop myself.
But I couldn’t.
“Bet you can’t wait to be a dick to every single member of my team,” I blurted out.
Fuck. Too far, already. Slow your roll.
Gray’s eyes widened, just slightly. I was glad Luke had stepped away to a pool table nearby, so he didn’t have to see me with my claws out.
