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I look to my left and see that Jon has left the room—thank fuck.

“Predator,” he repeats calmly, a smug smile on his lips.

My anger boils, and I know if my hands weren’t pinned behind my back, they’d be in his face right now.

“You don’t know the first thing about me and definitely not the girl you lost. You can’t stand the fact that she’s moved on and upgraded to a man who doesn’t just make her happy, but who she’s also falling for. That’s right, Tyler; she loves me. She can’t get enough of us and the way I make her smile.”

I know he wants to hit me, but he can’t. Not if he values his career.

“And guess what, Einstein.” I smile brightly, my dimplepopping good and well. “I’m so far gone for her that I’m going to ask her to turn my apartment into our home. Then I plan to fuck her on every surface we own together.” I blow out a relaxed breath, mocking him and his dead-ass depressing situation just a little more. “Then, when the time is right and she can’t even remember your name, I plan on giving her mine.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

KENDRA

Rise Up—better known as Kendra’s meeting room.

The place is way quieter than I’ve seen it before though, and it doesn’t take me a second to spot all black with a mass of pink hair sitting on a stool in the window.

“All right, Kendra?” Ed—the café owner who Jack has introduced me to a few times when we’ve snuck in here for a post-sex treat—waves his hand at me.

“Hi,” I reply and make my way to him as he motions for me to approach.

I prop my hands on my hips when a scone comes into view. “Let me guess who put you up to this.”

Ed chuckles and hands me the plate. “He said you’d be here this afternoon and asked me to have your favorite ready. Cream on top, right?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s right,” I say on a defeated breath, pretending I’m not fucking swooning the entire time.

“Oh, and tea for one.” He sets a tray with a ceramic pot, cup, and saucer down in front of me.

I frown. “Wait, you don’t even sell this kind.” I pick up thetea bag and look at the paper tag hanging from the string. “Yorkshire? I’ve never had this brand.”

Ed shrugs and smiles. “Jack asked me to get it in especially, so I did. Selling like crazy, to be honest.”

Yeah, I’m in love with him.

Flutters shimmer throughout my body as the memory of him telling me how he feels comes racing back. He’s falling for me too.The guy who said he didn’t do serious when it came to girls is falling for me.

I set the scone on the tray and take the whole thing from Ed. “How much do I owe you?”

He drops his shoulders, and he knits his brows, giving me a look that needs no further interpretation.

“Was he in here this morning?” I ask.

He nods and takes a sip of his own Yorkshire tea, and I fight back a laugh.

Jack Morgan—slowly turning New York British.

“Stopped by when we opened. Said he needed to stock up for his week away series.”

My heart sinks as I remember him leaving me in bed this morning. One whole week. Seven long days. He spent the entire time inside me last night, determined to make up for how much he’d miss me. Still wasn’t enough. It’s not like I can distract myself with soccer since we have four rest days after a stacked playing schedule and ahead of a crazy run of matches before the holidays.

It looks like I’ll be busying myself with TV repeats and waiting on an email confirming what I’m praying for—a place in the national squad this February.

“Question.”

I look up at Ed as he sets his cup down and smiles.