All In by Kathia

Author:Kathia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Firelight & Fairy Dust Unlimited

Ten

Friday evening seemed an eon away. Somehow Jamie made it through the day without much struggle, but then he’d been taking care of the arrangements for his date with Rachel tomorrow night. Now, though, he was at a loss for what to do with himself.

He’d already done that—several times today—but it hadn’t really taken the edge off like it normally would. Probably because it was Rachel he needed—her touch, her mouth, her body stretched out under his.

Now wasn’t the time to think about that, especially in front of the guys. He glanced at them from where he slouched in a chair. Erik was distracted, sprawled out on the couch, reading Big Magic, so he wouldn’t notice anything. But Didier, who was fiddling with his mobile on the other couch, noticed everything—particularly Jamie’s discomfort, as it were.

He sighed, though it sounded more like a growl to his ears. Seeing Didier’s football in the corner of the room, he got up, rolled it under his foot, and flipped it up to catch it on his knee.

“Mon vieux, you are like a caged tiger.”

“I have a lot on my mind.” Jamie bounced the ball on his knee, over and over, low and controlled. He knew it was a panacea for not feeling like he had control in his life. Whatever—it was helping him.

“Where’s Rachel tonight?” Erik asked.

“Working.” She had her presentation tomorrow and was focused on it. He understood—he used to be ultra-focused before a big game. He’d texted her a few times, but he hadn’t wanted to distract her. He knew how important this opportunity was to her. He supported that.

It didn’t mean that he wasn’t going mad with missing her. And the fact that he missed her so desperately was throwing him off. He’d never experienced anything like it.

He noticed the look Didier and Erik shared.

“We have a date tomorrow, so you can stop looking so concerned.” A bolt of jitters shot through him, and he almost bobbled the ball. He wasn’t used to it—losing control of the ball or feeling nerves over a woman.

“You are taking her someplace nice, I hope,” Didier said.

“Do you think I’d take her to McDonald’s? I made a reservation at a nice restaurant.” He’d found a place with a Michelin star that looked casual even in its finery. He wanted to treat her the way she should be but still foster a relaxed evening.

Didier gazed at him steadily. “You are going to wear real clothes, n’est-ce que pas?”

He rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to tell his friend that he already had his suit picked up. “There’s nothing wrong with these clothes.”

The Frenchman made a disbelieving sound as he plucked at the blue shirt he wore. “There is no romance, no heart, in these clothes. And now that she knows who you are, you can stop pretending to be less, oui?”

“She likes you for yourself,” Erik added.

A couple self-help books and the kid was an expert. He shook his head.

His mobile rang.

Stopping the ball midair, he grabbed it off the table, disappointed when he saw that it wasn’t Rachel but Brad.

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