Page 10 of The Game Plan

I know what I’d like to say.Kiss me again. Let me in. Just... let me. I keep my mouth shut. Fiona Mackenzie isn’t for me. Hell, I can’t even tell her that what we did tonight was the singlemost erotic experience of my life. While I’m sure it was merely a strange encounter with a guy and a beard on her part.

I run a hand over my mouth, my fingers digging into my scruff. I suddenly resent my beard. It’s as if she wanted it more thanshe wanted me, and I can’t stand that. “Well,” I say before she can speak. “Good night.”

“Dex,” she says as I open my door.

I pause, my heart thudding against my ribs. But I don’t turn. I don’t want her to see my expression. “Yep.”

“Thanks.” She takes an audible breath. “For helping my sister and Gray. It means so much to them.”

Disappointment punches through my chest with the force of a lineman. I manage a nod. “It was nothing.”

Which I guess sums up my entire night.

Three

Fiona

Breakfast at Ivy and Gray’s house starts at 11:00 a.m. Which is fine by me. After I went to bed last night, I tossed and turnedfar too long, the ache in my nipples and slick throb between my legs demanding attention I wasn’t willing to give. Not withDex across the hall. Not when I’d have thought of Dex while doing it. That would only have made things worse.

As it is, I’m grumpy and chomping on a slice of buttered whole grain bread like I’m trying to annihilate it. Worse? Ivy iswatching me.

Her dark eyes track my movements as I pick up my coffee and take a bracing drink.

“You’re staring.”

“Well, duh.”

“Are you asking for me to ping you with this bread?” I say before taking another bite and talking with my mouth full. “BecauseI totally will.”

She looks semi-rested now. Her hair, at least, is washed and combed. And she smirks before drinking her orange juice.“Gray says you smelled like you’d rubbed yourself all over Dex last night.”

“Gray can sit on it and spin.” I swear, these two are the worst gossips.

She snorts into her glass. “Colorful. Now tell the truth, Fi-Fi. Were you rubbing yourself all over Dex?”

Like a cheap suit on a sultry day.

As if reading my thoughts, she leans her elbows on the table and gives me a sly smile. “He’s totally hot, in a bad-boy rockerkind of way. Which is weird considering his job.”

“Bashing into people?” I laugh without humor. “Yeah, totally bizarre that he looks like a bad boy.”

“Sarcastic is not a good look on you.”

I stick my tongue out at her.

“Spill, Fiona May.”

“Shit,” I drawl. “You pulled out the middle name. That’s harsh.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and waits.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Unlike Ivy, I have a good poker face. That’s one thing I learned from our dad. Never let them see you flinch.

But Ivy knows me well, so maybe I’m not fooling her. Or maybe she simply decides to give me a break, because she suddenlyshrugs and grabs a slice of bread, slathering on blackberry jam.

“Dex is kind of...” She pauses, knife in midair. “Different.”