Game On (Westland University) by Lynn Stevens

Author:Lynn Stevens [Stevens, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult, Romance, Entangled, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, college, university, Lynn Stevens, Cindi Madsen, Abbi Glines, Until Friday Night, Cora Carmack, baseball, pitcher, enemies to lovers, Sports, sports romance, sport, Baseball romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I woke up early and took a shower. Not wanting to wake Devon, I settled into a dining room chair and read. When it was getting too close to the time to leave for work, I sent Logan a quick text to call off. He responded within seconds that he had already planned on it and hoped I had a hell of a hangover. I started to respond that I wasn’t hungover, but why? Let him think what he wanted.

My hair was dry by the time Devon woke up. His disorientation was cute as he glanced around my apartment. When his gaze settled on me, reality dawned on him. He sat up too quickly and grabbed his head.

“I’m still wearing my clothes,” he said with a groan. “That’s disappointing.”

I laughed, but I didn’t leave my seat at the small table in the dining area. Actually, calling it a dining area was generous. It was a table for two pushed against a wall.

Devon stretched his arms above his head, revealing the hint of a six pack as his black shirt rose from his waist. Too bad he had passed out. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them again. When I did, Devon’s grin lit the room.

“What?” I asked.

“You were thinking about me.” His head bobbed as he spoke. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Nice shirt. Looks better on you than I remember,” he added.

“I’m rather fond of it,” I said. My tea cooled in a cup on the table. I picked it up, sipping it slowly. Devon watched as I savored my favorite Darjeeling with a hint of honey. It didn’t help my nerves. “Where’d you get it?”

“Played football in high school.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t anything unusual. “I played basketball, too, but I sucked at it. Baseball’s always been my game.”

“There’s a…there’s a towel and a spare toothbrush…in the bathroom.” Please, God, help me calm down. “If you…you know, want to get cleaned up?”

“You’re inviting me to stay?” His voice turned from sultry to shocked.

I shrugged, keeping my gaze on the mug between my fingers. Why was this so hard? I was acting like a fourteen-year-old in love with a fictional vampire. I lifted my mug, hoping another sip, or gulp, would calm me down. We kept circling each other, but every move was tentative, calculated. It was time to put up or shut up.

“Why?”

I swallowed hard, almost choking on too much tea. “I don’t know…I thought we could maybe talk?”

“About?” Devon was enjoying this. His playful tone was back.

I stirred up some courage and looked him right in the eyes. “Us.”

“Us, huh?” he shot back.

It was too much. His gaze too intense. I shrugged again and glanced away. The pattern on my placemats was more interesting than anything else in the world. The way the black material was woven through the bamboo. I counted the rows, waiting for Devon to make a move either out the front or to the bathroom.

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