“I’m on a date.” I grabbed my purse firmly and pulled it into my stomach.
His beautiful gray eyes swept over my body for the first time, never lingering longer than necessary, and then his eyes grew wide, and his jaw went slack.
“Wait…dressed like that?” He gritted it out once he gained control of his jaw.
I looked down and then back at him. “What are you saying?”
“Nothing. Just asking, Grace.”
“Right. Well, I better be going. He’s probably worried about me.” I hadn’t noticed, but his hands were still on my hips. “Gonna need you to let go, Fin.” I remembered the girl from last night and pulled away, but his grip was iron strong.
“What’s he like?”
“Pretty cool. I need to go. Don’t you have a baby momma to be with?”
His puzzled eyes met mine. “Grace, what are you talking about?”
“Tabloids,” I mumbled, and he shook his head.
“My teammate’s girl. What’s his name?”Well, now I feel really stupid. Millie would love that update.
“Dylan Lucas.”
“Two first names. Gross.” He scrunched up his face, and I fought the urge to laugh.
“He’s a good guy. Now, if you’ll let me go.”
“Did you see what happened last night?” he asked, changing the subject, his eyes softening with excitement.
“No, what happened?” The light in his eyes diminished a little bit, and I hated myself for lying, but I couldn’t let him know I was watching him.
“I played the mound.”
“Really?”
“I got my team to the championships. We’re actually here celebrating tonight.” On impulse, I hugged him, the same excitement radiating through me as last night.
“I’m proud of you, Silver. Real fucking proud. Now, if you’ll let me go, I have a date waiting on me.” He finally dropped his hands, a sad smile on his face.
“If it’s the nerd in the suit at the front, you deserve better.”
I did. But he didn’t have the right to say that anymore.
Sliding back into my seat at the table, I noticed my appetizer had arrived and had also been eaten.
“Did you eat my mozzarella sticks?” I asked, looking up at Dylan, who just smiled at me. I could see the breadcrumbs stuck in his front teeth, and one of the six sticks sitting half-finished on the plate, as if I were someone only deserving of his scraps.
“You took so long in the bathroom. I got bored waiting.”
I nodded like this made perfect sense, but it didn’t. Fucking douchebag, I thought, just like the rest. I should have known better.
“Did you order me more?”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were hungry.”Was he stupid?
“Don’t worry. I’ll do it myself.” Sipping on my second drink, I flagged down our server and ordered another plate of fried cheese.
“Want the last one?” he asked, squeezing out a smug laugh.