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“It’ll happen. And in the meantime, you’ve got a man to enjoy.”

She wiggles her brows at me, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

“Please don’t do that,” I beg before moving closer to the door again.

“And here I was thinking you were more fun while you were getting laid.”

“I’m going out now. Don’t wait up.”

“Oooh, are you sleeping over again?”

I freeze, unaware that she knew about my first sleepover with Cooper. She never said anything when I got home the next day, so I assumed she hadn’t been here either.

“What do you mean?”

“Garrett, don’t think I don’t know that you didn’t come home the other night,” she teases.

“I, uh…Yeah, I spent the night. And I don’t know if I will tonight or not.”

“You should probably pack a bag.”

“I don’t want to presume anything. It might be a quickie in the back of his car, for all I know.”

She raises a brow.

“Oh, because you haven’t done that,” I deadpan, although I don’t allow her any time to either agree or deny. “I’m out. See you later.”

“Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she calls as the door falls closed behind me.

I’m in the elevator in a heartbeat, and no sooner have the doors closed than I'm undoing my jacket and pulling it off.

Thank fuck I decided to put it on just in case. Sienna would have taken one look at it and the game would have been over.

I went to the game tonight wearing a Keller shirt. What reason would I have afterwards to switch it to a Nash one?

I’m shaking my head at myself as I walk out of the building and scan the parking lot for his car.

It’s not hard to spot. It’s a massive SUV that suits him to a T.

It isn’t until I reach for the door handle that a bout of nerves hits me.

Walking into the team store and purchasing a Nash jersey after the game seemed like a really good idea at the time. But what if he doesn’t like it?

Fuck.

Too late now.

I pull the door open and climb in.

The second he notices what I’m wearing, all my worries vanish, because his expression hardens, his nostrils flare, and his eyes burn with fire. And the next thing I know, he’s dragged my hand across the center console, letting me rub his semi until he’s aching for a release right there in his driver’s seat.

Oh yeah, this was the best idea I’ve ever had.

“Where are we going?” I ask as Cooper drives along the coast.

I’ve tried to figure out our destination, but I’m yet to settle on anything.

It’s late, and I assume a restaurant or bar isn’t an option. He might have agreed to breakfast the other morning, but I could tell he was nervous about it.