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And then there’s Darcy. He’s cool; we had a fun night together, and I know if I allowed myself to, we could have another one. I just…I don’t know if I want to. What I also can’t figure out is when I started thinking so hard about getting laid. Before, if I had a hot, willing guy, I was in. But the last few weeks—hell, the last few months—my hookups have dried up to nothing, and I can’t summon up any kind of excitement to go and find one.
I need to get fucking laid, though. Tugging it to my artist’s photos and videos is fun as hell, but it’s only taking the edge off. I need more. But I fear that anyone other than him would be pointless.
Finally, I allow my eyes to linger to the booth where I last saw Nash sitting.
My breath catches when I find him alone and nursing what I assume is the same beer he ordered when he first got here.
I know he’s probably only here because it’s his new captain’s birthday, but if he’s just going to sit in the corner and sulk like a naughty toddler, was there any point in getting dressed up and coming out?
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve pushed from the bar and I’m stalking toward him.
It’s not until I’m halfway across the room that he notices my approach. His eyes narrow and his expression hardens, as if he’s hoping that’ll be enough to scare me off.
Not a fucking chance.
Nash might not know much about me, but he’s about to learn that when I want something, I’m tenacious as fuck.
“You’re looking a little lonely over here,” I state, coming to a stop just in front of him, my eyes locked on his.
“Parties aren’t really my thing,” he says, his voice deeper than I remember. The rasp of it sends desire racing through my veins.
“Oh, really? I never would have noticed,” I deadpan. “Have you even spoken to anyone since you got here?”
“Spoke to Darcy on the way in. Wished Fletch a happy birthday when he passed by, and now I’m talking to you.”
“Wow, really went all out there, huh?”
He shrugs one shoulder, his hands remaining hidden under the table.
“You know, it is okay to try to enjoy yourself.”
“I know.”
“You just…have other things you’d rather be doing right now?”
“Yeah.”
Walk away, Garrett. Leave him to be miserable alone.
But as much as I tell myself that, for some reason, I can’t force myself to do so.
At least, not yet.
“Like what?”
I swear to God, if looks could kill, I would be six feet under right now.
He shrugs again, as if that’s a fucking answer.
“Anything would be better than this,” he finally says.
“Wow, that’s really great. I’m sure your teammates are thrilled to see you’re trying so hard to get to know them and become a part of them.”
His eyes narrow to slits.
“What would you know about what I should and shouldn’t be doing?”
I raise a brow at him, and he shakes his head.
