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“Are you feeling anxious about your new job yet?” Isaac asks.
“What good would that do me? I plan on leaning on my dad through the transition process. I know he won’t leave me hanging.”
He points his half-full bottle at me. “Good point. He wants you to succeed.”
“Absolutely. Plus, I’ve already got the blueprint for winning team. We have the best coaches, the best trainers, the best facility. We have everything we could need and most of that will stay as is for the next season. Aside from some contract negotiations.” Raising my bottle, I swallow down some of the ice-cold beer.
“Well, aside from the unpredictable stuff that pops up with any business,” he points out.
I set my bottle down on the bar. “Right. I’m not planning for smooth sailing all the time. But I’m hoping I have a chance to get acclimated without any major surprises.”
“How’s Gwen doing?”
“She’s great, thanks. She spent the weekend with me.”
“You know, you never told me how your Finder date went,” he mentions.
My lips curl at the reminder of Mae. “It went great.”
“Have you seen her since?”
I nod. “We got together a second time.”
“So what’s the deal?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t feed me a line of bullshit. I can tell you like this woman by your expression, so what’s holding you back?”
“She’s only twenty-five.”
He grimaces. “Jailbait.”
“Not quite, but she’s mature for her age. And, God, is she beautiful.”
“Sounds like you’re interested in seeing her again.”
“I am. We made dinner plans for one night this week.”
“Dinner and sex? Sounds like more than a hookup.”
“It’s a meal, not a proposal, Isaac.”
“Yeah, but meals can make things murky. If you’re committed to keeping things low-key, stick with just sex. There’s no mixed signals then.”
Except for when you try to get her to sleep over after sex.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“What does she look like?”
“Long golden-blond hair, bright-blue eyes, and the most perfect ass in the world.”
“If you don’t want to date her, I will. You know blondes are my weakness,” he says.
Like I’d let him anywhere near her.