She sits back and shakes her head.
“Is Moe another football player?”
She smiles hugely, and my chest tightens. “I can guarantee Moe has never played football.”
After I take a sip of my water to douse the envy building up, I ask, “How long have you two been together?”
3
Kendall
It’s A Beautiful Day
I’m buzzed. Okay … drunk, but that doesn’t lessen my senses.
I see the way Ben Sawyer is looking at me. I know the words he said to me at the bar … even if he didn’t take them back, apologize, or laugh it off as I had when we realized who each other were. Instead, he held my hand when he didn’t have to, bought me “breakfast,” and he’s still looking at me like every man I’ve dated in my past.
I shouldn’t toy with him, although it has become a favorite thing of mine to do with men like Ben, who are all too quick to want to make it sexual. But let’s be real here; it’s fun.
“Moe and I have known each other for about five years.”
His jaw sets, and he nods. He clearly doesn’t like that answer, and I clearly like that he doesn’t like it.
I watch as his eyes narrow. “Known each other?”
I give him a quick, affirming nod.
“Lemme ask you something, little Ross?” He doesn’t give me a moment to answer what came out as a question. “What kind of man doesn’t notice his woman sneaking out of his bed to go to a concert in a foreign city?” Again, he still doesn’t give me a second to respond. He answers his own question. “The kind of man who doesn’t seem to know how to meet her needs. The kind of man who doesn’t give a shit that his woman could get robbed or worse. You don’t want that kind of man, Kendall.”
I cover my smirk but, in my drunken state, it’s not enough that he doesn’t see it.
He narrows his eyes again. “Not funny, Kendall. You can’t do shit like that.”
“I think maybe you’re jumping to conclusions about Moe and me.”
He cocks his head to the side, like our dog Chewy did when you asked him if he wanted a treat.
“Moe isn’t sharing a bed with me, or a room for that matter. In fact, Moe has absolutely no interest in me in that way.” Yes, I realize I’m still toying with him, but I can’t help it.
“Then he’s a fucking fool.”
“She isn’t a fool at all. She’s actually pretty amazing.”
He visibly relaxes and bites his lower lip as he looks down. “You got me.”
I laugh. “Actually, you got you.”
He chuckles, and I can’t help smiling at the deep, rich sound of it.
I start to ask about his music at the same time he asks if I’m single.
“You first.”
“I don’t have time nor patience for a boyfriend.” I shrug.
“I get the patience thing, but why no time?”
“I’m halfway through six years of college and—”