Page 120 of The Play Maker

I close the gap between us, feeling my heart hammer in my chest. “The kind that get me exactly what I want.”

Her cheeks flush, but she holds my gaze.

I want to tell her straight up that she’s exactly what I want. But I hold back. Not wanting to scare her off.

“You coming out after?” I ask, running a hand through my damp hair.

She quirks a brow. “After?”

“We’re going to a bar to celebrate,” I tell her, taking a slow step forward and lowering my voice just a little. “I kinda want to see you there.”

Maisie’s lips part, but Isabella’s already grabbing her wrist. “We were planning on it, don’t worry,” she says, dragging her backward toward the exit.

Maisie casts one last look over her shoulder, that soft smile still lingering on her face. “Guess I’ll see you there, Rhodes.”

My name on her lips does something to me.

I stand there too long, just watching her disappear into the crowd.

Logan scoffs beside me and slaps a hand on my helmet. “Dude,” he says, with a teasing smirk. “You are so fucking gone for her.”

I don’t even try to deny it.

Yeah… I really am.

The bar’s packed. Loud and buzzing with leftover energy from the game. Everyone’s celebrating—shouting, laughing, drinking.

We’ve claimed a booth in the back. I’ve got a beer in one hand, my other arm slung casually over the back of the booth unable to stop looking at the door.

She should be here by now… right?

Ryan slides in next to me, his eyebrow raised and an amused look on his face. “You gonna keep staring at the door all night or actually enjoy the fact that you crushed it tonight?”

I roll my eyes and mutter, “Shut up.” But I don’t stop looking.

And then, right on cue, the door swings open.

The girls step inside. Isabella, Aurora—and Maisie, right between them.

Her hair’s down now, falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and she’s ditched the denim jacket and dress from earlier. She’s wearing a fitted top and jeans that hug every curve like they were made for her.

Full curves, soft stomach, and thick thighs I can’t stop thinking about. Those bright blue eyes shine under the lights and my eyes drift to her lips.

She hasn’t seen me yet.

Good.

Gives me a second to just… look.

“Jesus Christ,” Cole mutters. “You’re gonna burn a hole through her fucking jeans.”

I shoot him a glare. “Don’t fucking look at her.”

He raises a brow at me. “Relax,” he says dryly. “I have no interest in your girl.”

I open my mouth to say she’s not my girl.

But the words don’t come.