Dolce (Love At Center Court Book 2) by Rachel Blaufeld

Author:Rachel Blaufeld [Blaufeld, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Rachel Blaufeld Publishing
Published: 2016-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

Blane

Mid-December

“Sonny B. here. Most of you are packing up and heading home for the winter break, but I’m staying right here in Hafton, and my girl, Miranda, and I are going to decorate our tree tonight. Have no fear! I’ll put a picture up on Twitter for all you jealous lovaaas.”

“Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” played in the background as Sonny made love to the mic.

“You know who else is here over the break? The Hafton men’s and women’s basketball teams. That’s right, folks . . . I wonder if they get freaky together? Let’s hear your thoughts, Haftees, give me the 4-1-1. Call me or e-mail the station, and we’ll be back with any and all scoop. Oh, and give a nice hello to Johnny, our new intern, if you call.”

“Grandma” finished and some Bob Marley-style steel band song played.

“God, that guy’s taste in music is ass. I’d know he was white from a mile away.” Ashton tossed a foam ball against the wall over and over again. A constant whir and whack echoed throughout our apartment.

“Hey! Enough with the white-boy jokes,” I said. “And dude, fucking cut that out with the ball or I’m getting a new roommate.”

“It’s true,” Ashton said with a grin. “Present company excluded. You like good rap. I do worry when you start with the rock, but I know it’s hard to take shake that out of the Southern boy.” He took aim and zinged the ball my way.

“Thank God. I was getting a headache from all the back and forth.” I snatched the ball before it slammed into my chest. “So, what’s got you all twisted in knots?”

He hung his head. “Fucking Christmas is in two days, and I got no poontang.”

“You’re vile, man.”

“Hey, it’s the truth. My girl, Ava, went home, and you should be proud ’bout me hitting it with just one lady.”

“You’re growing up.” I flashed him a wicked grin and lobbed the ball at his shiny bald head.

“How ’bout you?”

“Sonny’s leaving me alone, maybe since we’ve won every non-conf game, but he’s not mandating I stay celibate. So I guess I’ll go out looking. Wanna come?”

“What? In your pickup?”

“Yeah, we can be like, y’all looking for a good throw?”

Ashton burst out laughing. “Dude, you been hung up on that intern ever since she went MIA. Don’t you fucking tease me. We’re not going on the prowl in your truck.”

“Plus, you have Ava.” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly, white boy. Good thing you’re smart.”

This time I laughed hard, and Ashton laughed with me a moment before giving me the eye.

“So, what’s with Catie?” he asked, not giving up on it. “Where the hell did she go?”

“Not a fucking clue. She left the radio station and hasn’t been back, according to Sonny, and I haven’t seen her around. She’s got a new phone number too.”

“Ouch, cold dusted by the lady, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Ash. Let’s play some NBA 2K,” I said just as Sonny came back on the air.

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