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I love my father.
What does it matter anyway? Levi did me a favor tonight and I doubt my parents will ever see him outside the TV screen again.
Despite the electricity in the car tonight, we are just friends. Even if I dared dream Levi might forgive me, or that my parentscould see past what theythinkhappened, I’ve dug myself into a hole with my little lie.
So there’s no future for us.
Levi did apologize for being rude to me and I’m pleased, as we will need to work together this season.
That is, if we can ignore the chemistry that still flows like lava between us.
He can pretend all he likes, but I know that man. His eyes were roaming all over my body. The jaw grinding could be that he still hates me, but I suspect he wanted to touch me.
Because I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to feel his mouth on mine and melt into the sexual pleasure I know exists between us. My body was buzzing just sitting next to him.
That doesn’t happen with anyone else.
“Levi and I are just colleagues, that’s all.”
Mom watches me for a long moment, then nods and says, “Let me get you some dinner.”
I thank her, then turn to Dad. “So, no more ice cream, huh?”
“My life is over.” He sighs as I grin and drop my head onto his shoulder.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LEVI
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“You ready for the next game?” Ward asks me as I watch him toss chicken, corn, and zucchini on the grill.
“Of course.” I grin and he glances at me in question. “It’s going fine, Dad. I’m loving it.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder what he’s concerned about. My answer comes a few seconds later.
“I hear Kaylee works there. That going to be a problem?”
Jesus.
Are there no secrets in this damn family?
I roll my eyes and press my bottle of beer to my lips, then empty it as I decide how to answer the question.
Because it is a problem. She’s on my mind twenty-four fucking seven. When I’m not training hard and wondering if she will walk past or watch me through a window, I’m at home jerking off at the idea of dragging her into the Hawkes training facilities' restrooms and bending her over to fuck her.
Believe me, I’ve even chosen the perfect spot.
And visualized it at least ten times.
I know she’d enjoy it, because I already know what Kaylee loves and doesn’t. At least I thought I did.
And the mind games with myself continue.
“Fuck, Atlas has a big mouth.” I grunt.