Hail Mary: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance(53)

I shrugged Braden off and turned back to find Mary again, steeling myself to go over and talk to her. But when I found her, she wasn’t with Giana and Riley anymore.

She was with a guy.

Not just a guy, but a group of them, and some girls, too. I didn’t have to look them over more than once to make an educated guess that they were her co-workers, every single one of them covered in ink and metal.

The one talking to her was tall and massive, with long hair pulled into a bun and a thick beard. She laughed at something he said, which made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, my blood pumping a bit harder.

Then, he put his hand at the small of her back.

All the noise of the bar muted at that contact, my eyes sticking to where his palm splayed over her skin. I noticed a couple girls standing to the left of them noticed the intimate hold, too. One of them narrowed her eyes, nudging her friend and nodding toward where the guy was softly, almost imperceptibly, pulling Mary a little closer.

I nearly broke a tooth with how hard I gritted my teeth, and I spun away from them before I could torture myself with watching any longer.

Who the fuck was that?

She’d never mentioned a boyfriend, or even anyone she had a crush on at the shop. In fact, the only time she’d talked about a guy was when she said her boss hit on her.

Wait, was that her boss?

I snuck a look over my shoulder, trying to remember if she’d said anything about what he looked like — but she hadn’t.

And it didn’t matter who he was.

He had his hands on her, and that alone was enough to make me consider jail time.

I forced an inhale, blowing out my frustration and stepping up to take the next game of darts. I just needed to wait until she was with Riley and Giana again, or alone, and then I could go talk to her. I didn’t need to be a fucking asshole and storm over now, especially not when I was seeing red with that guy so fucking close to her.

My plan worked — for about an hour.

But when I’d played enough darts to make my arm burn and had another bucket of beers only to find her still surrounded by the same group, I lost patience.

Fuck it.

I weaved through the crowd with her as my target, ignoring Clay when he tried to call me over for shots, and a girl I’d fooled around with last season who tried to catch me by the arm as I passed her. I had just slipped her off of me when Mary turned mid-laugh and saw me approaching her.

Her smile stayed in place.

She didn’t turn away from me, didn’t give me a look that said she didn’t want to be bothered or go back to whoever she was talking to. She just held my gaze as I made my way toward her, smiling and tucking her hair behind one ear.

It was like the parting of the sea, the way the crowd seemed to move for me then. And all the music, the conversation, the laughter and sound of glasses clinking together — it all faded into the background the closer I got to Mary.

By the time I reached her, she’d all but turned away from the group she was with, and the guy talking beside her paused at her lack of focus, following her gaze to where I stood.

God, she was breathtaking.

The green fabric of her dress hugged her in all the right places, showing me every spot I could grab her and hold onto. It set the emerald of her eyes ablaze, too — and those irises flashed with curiosity the longer I stood there.

“Hey,” I said.

Stupidly.

She smiled down at her boots before peeking up at me through her waterfall of hair. “Leo, these are some of my friends from work.”

Mary gestured to the guys and girls around her, who all tipped their chins at me as she rattled off their names.

“This is my boss, Nero,” she finished, and sure as shit, it was the guy who’d been blatantly hanging on her all night.

His jaw was hard as he extended a hand for mine. “You must be the roommate.”

“One of them,” I said, reminding him I wasn’t the only guy looking out for her in this bar. I probably should have felt intimidated by how he towered over me, but I didn’t, and I squeezed his hand just as hard as he squeezed mine. “No one to tattoo tonight?”

“Had some appointments cancel, so some us decided to take the night off,” he said, then smiled down at Mary before throwing his arm around her. “Just serendipitous that we ended up at the same bar as Mary J here.”

I thought I saw Mary’s smile slip into something a little more uncomfortable, thought she looked a little stiff where he held her against him. That bomb inside me started ticking again.

“Nero was just telling me that he thinks I’m ready to start bringing in my own clients.”

My anger subsided a bit at her words, and I smiled genuinely at her. “No shit?”

“She’s been ready,” Nero said, beaming. “Every skin she’s had walked away happy. But now, she’ll have her own spot.”

I didn’t take my eyes off her. “That’s… amazing,” I said, wishing I had better words for the pride swelling in my chest for her. “Congratulations, Mary.”

She flushed. “Thank you.”

I felt that same hold on us that we’d both succumbed to in my room earlier, like we didn’t give a shit that anyone else was around us. We just stood there, staring, waiting for the other to say the first word.

I wasn’t going to lose my shot this time.