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“Rare or well done?”

He drops his shoulders and tips his head toward the ceiling. “Rare.”

I snicker right as a pillow hits the side of my face.

“Order the damn food, rook.”

“Want me to ask Kendra if she’s heard from her?”

He throws his head back into the soft headboard and exhales slowly. “No, it sounds fucking weird.”

The call connects and immediately puts me in a queue, and Sawyer reaches across for the book on his nightstand.

He might think asking after a girl he met for all of thirty seconds sounds weird, but I know he wouldn’t have said anything in the first place if she hadn’t made some kind of impression on him. Something tells me it took a lot for Sawyer to even ask what he did.

With that knowledge, I decide to do him the favor he didn’t ask for.

Me

Did you ever hear from the girl in Lloyd’s that night?

Kendra

Collins?

Yeah.

My eyes flick up to Sawyer as he pulls on his glasses and focuses on his latest crime novel.

Okay, so this isn’t weird at all. That was her calling me a second ago. I’m meeting her for the random coffee we talked about.

I look over at Sawyer again. “She’s fine. Kendra just confirmed it.”

“You asked?” He pulls off his glasses and looks at me, though he doesn’t seem annoyed I went ahead when he said no.

“I’m a bundle of love these days.”

Fuck, am I turning into Jon?

He got with Mum and instantly went from playboy to matchmaker extraordinaire when it came to his teammates.

He shakes his head at me. “I’m not interested in her, Jack.”

I close out the message thread with Kendra. “Why are you so bothered then?”

He continues shaking his head right as the call connects to the restaurant downstairs. “Just leave it.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

JACK

As I pull up outside the restaurant Dad booked for us, Kendra swivels toward me in the passenger seat, her jaw hanging open. “You realize this place doesn’t sell anything under two hundred dollars, right? Even the breadsticks require a remortgage.”

I shift into park and glance over her shoulder as I watch my dad and his brunette girlfriend walk through the entrance, thankfully not noticing us sitting in my truck. I guess he wouldn’t know what I drive.

“You’re telling me your dad and brother aren’t into fancy places like this?”

She shakes her head instantly and then twists her lips. “Hmm … Dad? Definitely no. We live on a farm in Ohio, and he keeps bees. Looking at our place and lifestyle, you wouldn’t know he earned millions during his career.” She chuckles. “But you’re right about Ollie. He’s a flashy bastard.”