Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(12)

“Have you been here before?” he asks.

“A few times, yeah.”

“They make a good burger here.”

“You eat burgers?” I ask, surprised. I would think that with his rigorous training schedule he’d be on a strict diet.

“Not too often, but yeah, I do. I burn a lot of calories every day, so I pack a lot of food in.” He offers me a menu.

Instead of reading it, I gaze over at him and he meets my eyes. I run my eyes over his face, those broad shoulders and arms, and down to his long-fingered hands. He’s delicious in a gray t-shirt and jeans. When my gaze returns to his, his face is sober, his eyes molten blue, and I can’t tell if he’s pissed or just really, really turned on.

“Keep looking at me like that and the f*cking three date rule will be out the window, Megan.”

Make that really, really turned on.

“Hey guys, what can I getcha?” A waitress sets waters down before us and takes out her notebook.

“What would you like?” he asks me without looking at the waitress, his eyes still on fire.

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” I respond and swallow hard.

“Two cheeseburgers with fries, please.”

“Hey, you’re Will Montgomery!” The waitress exclaims.

And before my eyes, Will transforms. He smiles his cocky smile, his eyes calm, and he immediately slides into celebrity mode. I’ve seen it on TV, but this is my first glimpse in person.

“How are you, sugar?” he asks her.

“I’m great. Good to see you again.” She winks at him and walks away, but our table is immediately surrounded by other patrons who overheard the waitress and now want to talk to Will and get his autograph.

“Hey, Montgomery! Great to meet you!”

And for the next fifteen minutes, Will doesn’t falter. He’s charming and smooth, answers questions, poses for pictures – many of which I’m asked to snap – and works the crowd in his arrogant, I’m-a-football-star way.

And completely ignores me.

It pisses me the f*ck off.

In the middle of all the hoopla, I slide out of the booth and leave. Will doesn’t even look my way.

I wonder how long it’ll take him to discover that I’m gone?

Ten minutes, and about two-cab-ride-miles away, my phone rings.

“Where the hell are you?” he growls.

“Heading home,” I respond calmly.

“What the hell?”

“Look, Will, I’m not interested in the arrogant, cocky football hero. That’s not who I agreed to go out with.” I close my eyes and try to calm my pulse. Why does he make me so f*cking nervous?

“Where are you?” he repeats, clearly pissed.

“In a cab. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

“Meg, I can’t change my job…”

“I’m not asking you to,” I interrupt him. “But you had to know that you’d get a helluva lot of attention in a sports bar, Will. Showing off how famous you are is not the way to impress me. I’m not a woman who thinks that scoring a celebrity is sexy. I think you’re sexy, without the football jersey.” Fuck, why did I say that? “So, you go ahead and enjoy your photo op, but I have better things to do with my time than be ignored. Have a good night.”

This date so did not count toward the three. And there probably won’t be any more dates, either. I just don’t need to date an arrogant ass.

Damn it.





Chapter Five


I’m sorry.

I stare down at the note that accompanied the dozens of chocolate cupcakes that were delivered to the hospital just a few minutes ago.

It’s obvious who they’re from.

He sent beautiful, intricately decorated, chocolate cupcakes for all of us, not just me. There’s enough here for all of the patients, the staff… hell, even the kids’ parents.

“What did he do?” Jill asks from behind me and I whirl around.

“Stop reading over my shoulder!”

She chuckles and picks up a cupcake, sniffs it, and takes a big bite. “What did he do?” she repeats.

“He pissed me off.”

“When?”

“Last night.” I pick up a cupcake and take a big bite. Mmm… so good.

“Wanna put these in the lounge?” Jill asks as she licks her fingertips.

“Yeah. People can graze on them all day, although I don’t think they’ll last that long.” I smirk and wheel the cart full of the chocolate goodness down the hall.

“You know, he could have just sent you a cupcake,” Jill murmurs beside me, examining her fingernails.

“I know.” Damn him for being so sweet.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Stop. I get it. He’s nice, but he f*cked up yesterday, so it’s okay for me to be frustrated with him, okay?”

“Okay.” Jill raises her hands in an “I surrender” motion and snags another treat. “These are delish.”

“Yeah, I guess he listened the other day when the kids told him I like chocolate.”

“I guess he did,” she responds with a smile.

“You have chocolate in your teeth,” I mutter and pick up another cupcake for myself.