“Really?” she asked. “What do you like to read?”
“You asked more than you give me a chance to answer,” he said. “You asked about the draft.”
“Oops,” she said. “Sorry. It’s a bad habit of mine. The draft is like when they get new players, right?”
“The cliff note version,” he said.
“That’s good enough. Though you said your sister was with you.”
“There you go again, more questions.”
Emma laughed and reached for a cucumber slice and dunked it in his dip, then made a face. “That dip would be better on a chicken sandwich,” she said.
“My personal chef has a lot of avocados for me to do that,” he said.
“Ooh la la, fancy,” she said. She could have one of those too but never would.
That was a bit pretentious.
But again, her ability to run fast or have the energy to play however long a game was wasn’t the same as flopping her ass in a chair to type.
He laughed. “A lot of players have personal chefs.”
“They do,” she said. “And I’m sorry. It makes a lot of sense as a necessity for your career. I’m just picking on you. Now you can tell me about what you like to read.”
“Crime. Mystery. Murders. Anything I can solve. Want to know one of my guilty pleasures?”
“Yes, please,” she said. “Unless it’s some other green vegetables, then I’ll pass.”
He reached over and took one of her nachos. It might not be completely loaded, but it was nice that he’d done it.
“I love true crime podcasts. I can get lost in them for hours.”
Her jaw dropped. “Get out!” she said, shoving his arm some. “Me too.”
He laughed. “There isn’t anything better than solving a great mystery and nothing more frustrating than unanswered questions.”
“Which is why you wanted to make sure we both answered the same ones?”
He pursed his lips. Very kissable lips to go with the dark eyes that were assessing her every move. As if he was trying to counter her like he did on the field.
His brown hair was a little longer than some of the pictures she’d seen of him online but still styled well.
The silver oxford shirt he was wearing was fitted to his body, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
She never realized how sexy that look was until she noticed it on Warren.
“I guess I never thought of it that way before,” he said. “I was just trying to be fair.”
“I like people who are fair,” she said.
“Me too,” he said. “I haven’t come across too many of them in my life.”
“Well, you’ve come across me,” she said, laughing.
When she saw his eyes deepen she realized the sexual connotation those words could mean and there her body went, lighting on fire, and her panties getting wet.
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