Ignoring the little voice, I exit the loo, grab my coat and my bag, and leave my flat. I don’t want to forget the brash American with the foul mouth. I want to see him again.
I need to.
“I heard you have a new friend and she’s waiting for you,” Jordan says as we exit the locker room together.
“How the hell do you know that?” Even I wasn’t sure if Susanna had made it to the game. By the time I got here, I barely had any time to change and get out on the field for practice. The coaches were pissed—I was the last one to arrive, and they gave me plenty of hell for it.
But last night with Susanna had been worth their anger.
“Mandy told me. She sent me a text,” Jordan says, talking about his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend. Possible current girlfriend. I’m still confused about their relationship status. “Said she’s really sweet.”
“She is.” Her mouth is sweet. So is her pussy. Everything about Susanna is sweet as fucking heaven, but I can’t really focus on that right now. “What’s going on with you and Amanda anyway?”
“We’re together.” The possessive tone in Jordan’s voice is a giveaway. I doubt he’ll let Amanda go again, not like last time, when we were younger and, I guess, dumber. “Like we’re supposed to be.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I tell him, and it’s true. Those two are meant to be. That whole destiny, fate thing that people say we can’t avoid proves true for Jordan and Amanda. And pondering my destiny makes reexamine my evening with Susanna. Were we meant to meet each other last night? Normally I think that sounds like a bunch of silly shit, but the connection I feel to this woman is so strong, I can’t ignore it.
As in, I’m currently dying to see her. Like anxious, jonesing-for-her-type behavior. I only do this when I fall hard, so I’m guessing I’ve…
Fallen hard.
Dangerous, right? I can’t do this. I know I shouldn’t. Yet here I am trying to control my pace as I walk beside Tuttle so I don’t break out into a run in my search for Susanna.
“They’re together right now. Amanda and Susanna. Waiting for us,” Jordan says, and I barely hear him. My eyes are searching for her, my body tense in fear that maybe she left. Maybe she didn’t want to see me after all.
But then I spot her. Standing next to Amanda just like Tuttle said she would be, looking as nervous as I feel, wearing a light blue dress that reminds me of the one she had on last night, and I can’t help but wonder if she ever forgets her panties when she’s wearing a dress.
I won’t protest. Easy access and all.
Jordan goes straight to Amanda and hugs and kisses her. I want to do the same, but the moment I get close to Susanna, she’s giving off a weird vibe. She seems nervous. Agitated. Uncomfortable even.
“Hey,” I tell her, grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her in. Fuck it, she’s getting a hug. But when I wrap my arms around her, she’s stiff, and I release her immediately.
What the hell is going on?
“Hi.” Her voice is shaky and she can barely meet my gaze. “You played wonderfully.”
“Could you figure out what was happening?”
Her smile is faint. “Not particularly. But I still enjoyed it.”
“Good.” I scrub a hand along my jaw and she gives a little shrug.
I can’t have this. We need a buffer tonight. “Yo, Tuttle.” He doesn’t hear me, so I clear my throat and speak louder. “What are your plans tonight?”
Jordan and Amanda turn to face us, and he frowns when he takes us in. “Not sure. All I know is I’m starving.”
“Same,” Amanda adds.
“All four of us should go to dinner,” I suggest, slipping my arm around Susanna’s shoulders and hauling her in close. I will wear her down, even if it takes me all night. “What do you think?”
“That sounds fantastic,” Susanna says, staring up at me with adoring eyes, and the tension eases in my chest a bit.
“Yes, let’s go to dinner. Have any suggestions, Susanna?” Amanda asks her.
Susanna nods with an enthusiastic grin. “Definitely. I can even drive us! I brought the family car.”
The family car? I don’t get it. She lives on her own yet drives the family car.