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  “A free agent? Are you insane? No, you’re not. I saw Drew all over your Instagram. Stop fronting.”

  She doesn’t like that, and she widens her eyes. “Not my fault I’m hot. Drew and I are done.”

  “Whatever. I thought you liked Moon anyway.”

  “I do, but you won’t let me get an in with him.”

  “Being a free agent, you can get your own in.”

  She glares. “You know I’m shy.”

  When Sofia snorts, I shake my head at Amelia. “You are in no way shy.”

  “Whatever. Stop telling people I’m off-limits.”

  I lean on my hand. “Stop telling your friend bad shit about me.”

  Sofia’s eyes widen, and Amelia glares at me but with confusion in her eyes. “Huh? Who are you talking about?”

  “Sofia. You told her I don’t do relationships.”

  Sofia starts to get up. “I’m gonna go get a—”

  “Stay,” Amelia demands as I say, “You’re fine.”

  Exasperatedly, Amelia says, “You don’t do relationships.”

  “How do you know that?” I ask her. “Because I haven’t found someone to be in a relationship with, that means I don’t do them?”

  Her eyes narrow. “You’ve said you don’t have time for one.”

  “I don’t, but maybe I’m ready to make time for one.”

  “Okay, how am I supposed to know that?”

  “Easy. You ask, or you don’t say anything. You’re supposed to talk me up, not down.”

  An uncomfortable silence stretches between us, and I can tell that Sofia wants to slide under the table. Amelia, though, is in fight mode. “I didn’t mean to talk you down, for one. And for two, I’m not gonna waste my breath on someone who obviously isn’t into you.”

  We both look to Sofia, and she just blinks. “I’m not.”

  “She’s lying,” I say back to my fuming sister. “And that’s fine. I’ll get her to admit it. But in the meantime, stop talking bad about me.”

  Amelia is gazing at Sofia who is glaring at me. “But she’s right. It’s waste of breath.”

  “I don’t think it is.” Holding her gaze, I smile. “How are your legs?”

  Her eyes widen more before she looks away. She shrugs, running her hand down the one that bled the most this morning. “They’re fine.”

  “Did they give you problems at practice?”

  She scoffs. “Never.”

  “I didn’t think so,” I say as I get up, and then I notice she has an Intro to Business book beside her. I tap it with my finger. “Business major?”

  She nods, her eyes on the book. “Yeah.”

  “Opening your own gym one day?”

  Her eyes meet mine, astonishment filling them. “Yes, actually.”

  I grin. “I think that’s a great idea,” I say, and then I notice she’s drinking a coffee. “I would have bought that for you.”

  She looks down at it and then back at me, her eyes wide and unsure. “I didn’t plan on coming here—”

  “No need to make an excuse. It’s cool. I’ll get you here. With me.” Her lips part a bit, and I smile as my heart pounds hard and steady in my chest. “You look really pretty tonight.”

  She doesn’t look away this time, but her face fills with color. “Um, thanks.”

  I look back to my sister, who is still looking at Sofia, a perplexed bend to her brows. “Your dress is too short,” I tell Amelia.

  She glares up at me, pulling at the hem of her too-short dress. “It is not!”

  “It is,” I say. “But like always, you’re beautiful.”

  Her lips curve. “I still don’t like you.”

  “Same here,” I say, flashing her a grin.

  I turn my gaze to Sofia. She’s watching me, her eyes dark as I turn on my dazzling smile. The one that gets me out of all sorts of trouble. Or into trouble. Depends on the situation.

  Though I’m pretty sure of her answer, I ask, “Wanna get a cup tomorrow? After your run?”

  Her gaze stays on mine, her lips in a straight line. “I’m not running tomorrow.”

  “Taking the morning off?”

  “Yeah, I’m doing yoga instead.”

  Shorts, Sofia, ass, bending.

  Be still, cock. Be still.

  “Okay. Well, I guess I’ll ask you again tomorrow.”

  She smiles. “And I’ll turn you down.”

  “Which doesn’t worry me one bit,” I say as I start to back up. “You ladies have a good night. Be safe.”

  And when I turn, my pride is intact.

  Because I’ll get her to say yes.

  No doubt about that.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sofia

  Ryan walks out with an air of confidence that has me squirming in my seat. Squeezing my thighs together, I press my pen into my lip while I try to act like I’m looking at the chart on Amelia’s laptop, ignoring everything about Ryan Justice.

  I’m not, though.

  Damn it, he is so freaking hot. Ryan’s shoulders are flexed, straining the front of his shirt as he knocks fists with some guy in the corner. His hat is so low over his eyes, yet those Clark Kent glasses are on full display and that damn grin of his is unstoppable. His teeth are so white, his lips so thick. The athletic pants he wears are so fitted he might as well be wearing those shorts from earlier instead.

  Those shorts…

  I still haven’t gotten his strong legs out of my head. Or even how thick his dick was in them.

  Damn it.

  I don’t have to look at Amelia to know she is staring at me. I can feel her eyes on me, and when she leans back, tsking very loudly, I do my best to keep staring at the chart.

  “So.”

  I chance a glance, and I wasn’t wrong. Her eyes are narrowed, her brown hair falling over her shoulders as she taps a pen to the table while her eyes are locked on me. I remove the pen from my lip and lay it down. “So?”

  “That was interesting.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me, Sofia Castilleja! Do you have a thing for my brother?”

  “God, no—”

  “Sofia! You’re turning beet red! You do!”

  I groan forcefully, letting my head fall to the table in a loud thunk and causing my pen to go flying.

  “Sofia! You lied to me!”

  I groan more as I sit up. When I look toward her, I see her eyes are wide and she looks hurt. I hold my hands out, panic taking over. She doesn’t like to be lied to. I know this, and shit… Had I? Damn it! “No, no, no, I swear I don’t even know if I like him, like him. I’m very much attracted to him because, duh, have you seen him in running shorts? Oh my God, you don’t care about his running shorts…” She gives me a blank look, and I press my lips together. “When you asked if I was interested, I wasn’t.”

  She raises a brow. “You know I think you’re full of crap, right?”

  I grimace. I was hoping she wouldn’t think that. “No, because I’m not.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Yes, you are. You so like him. I can see it all over your face. And for the past couple days, you’ve been a liar, liar pants on fire.”

  I blink. “Sorry, did we go back to third grade?”

  Amelia scoffs. “For real, this is so annoying. My brother is awesome. Like super awesome—”

  I hold up my index finger. “Every time I’m around you two, you fight.”

  “That’s ’cause he’s a big asshole,” she says with a nod. “But I’m also his little sister who drives him insane. Even so, he is also very thoughtful and sincere. He’d do anything for anyone. He would be a great boyfriend if he wanted to be. Though, he hasn’t been one because he’s so busy. And let’s be honest, girls are dramatic.”

  I snort as I nod. “True, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t like-like him. I’m just attracted to him.”

  Leaning on her hands, she narrows her eyes. “So you’re telling me you just want to do my brother?”

  I almost ch