Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,39
who got laid,” snarked Halvorson. McGregor looked from him to me with a confused expression. For a brief second, I paused as I stared at Halvorson with narrowed eyes.
“Dude. It’s the middle of the week and we just got home last night,” argued McGregor. “He’s good but he isn’t that good.”
Halvorson gave a sarcastic snort like he knew more than he was saying. My blood started to heat at his attitude, and I got up in his face.
“What’s your deal, man? If you have something to fucking say, just say it,” I said, my mood shot to hell.
His face morphed to one of mock innocence. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Whatever. I don’t have time for your shit.” I dressed, grabbed my crap, and left. I’d almost made it to my car when McGregor called out to me. Pausing, I looked skyward before I turned.
“Wait up!” He jogged to catch up. Once he reached me, I started walking again. In my peripheral, I could see him taking sidelong glances at me.
Finally, I paused outside my car and faced him. “What’s up?” I asked, trying not to sound shitty with him, because he hadn’t done anything.
“Jesus, what the fuck was that back there?”
“Ask Halvorson. I have no clue what his deal is other than he’s pissed because I joined the team. Like I had a choice. Like I called them up and said, ‘Oh! Take me! Please!’ Because I can assure you I didn’t. Do I like you and the team? Sure I do. But I didn’t ask for this and I’m sick of his fucking attitude. Being traded is the name of the game. I’m terribly sorry I didn’t have a fucking no-trade clause with Montreal, but I have one now. So fuck him.” That was one good thing my agent had done. Well, I’d thought it was. She’d negotiated a no-trade clause for me with Austin.
“Alex, man, chill. He’ll get over it. He can be a dick, I get it.” McGregor attempted to be my voice of reason, but I was beyond caring at that point.
“Yeah? Well, he needs to get off my dick, cuz he’s swinging on it like Tarzan. He’s constantly got something to say. Always digging. Always pushing. There’s only so much of his mouth I can take before I’m going to knock his fucking teeth out.” Catching movement, I looked over to see Halvorson sliding his shades on like he was motherfucking Joe Hollywood. He shot me a smirk and slid into his Porsche.
My fists clenched as he gave a sarcastic wave when he drove past us.
Something with his attitude didn’t sit well with me. It was like he was up to something, but for the life of me, I had no idea what.
“Radioactive”—Imagine Dragons
Biker Boy: I didn’t see you at practice
My phone pinged, and my heart galloped as soon as I saw his name. Glancing at the clock, I saw I still had about forty-five minutes before I was done for the day. Biting my lip, I picked it up and nervously tapped on the side. I didn’t want to seem too eager.
Me: We got busy
Biker Boy: You still coming over after work?
Me: Since all my makeup and shit is there I imagine so
That was a piss-poor excuse because it was only my emergency shit that was there. I didn’t really wear a lot of makeup most of the time. Yes, I had done myself up that first night we met, but it wasn’t an everyday occurrence. If I had to go to work with a bare face, it wouldn’t kill me.
Biker Boy: Cool. Call or text when you get here. I’ll open the garage and you can park inside
Me: Afraid your neighbors will know you’re having sleepovers?
Biker Boy: You’re gonna pay for that when you get here
Me: Oooo. I’m scared
Biker Boy: You should be
The little devil emoji he inserted at the end made me snort out a laugh. He didn’t strike me as an emoji kind of guy, so anytime he used them, I got a chuckle out of it.
“Must be interesting,” Katie said from the doorway with a grin. Startled and embarrassed at being caught on my phone at work, I dropped it and placed my hands over it. Katie giggled. “Relax. I was just going to tell you that it’s kind of quiet this afternoon if you want to head out early. I’m going to take off in a few minutes. You going to the game tomorrow night? I meant