Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(111)

“You’re mistaking distaste for lust. There isn’t anything in this world that would make me change my mind. We’re over. So save your dignity and move the fuck along.”

“Wow,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re really going to take this girl you barely know over me? We have history, Silas. I know you. She doesn’t. And when she breaks your heart because she’s too immature, too inexperienced to date someone of your caliber, I’ll be sitting back, waiting.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Ollie says. And fuck, I love her. I love her so goddamn much.

Without another word, Sarah walks away, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Oh shit,” Posey says before laughing. “You pissed her off.”

“Good, maybe she’ll stay away once and for all.”

I spin Ollie toward me and lift her chin so her lips are near. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get to my place.”

A smile stretches across her beautiful face.

“I’m counting on it.”

I lightly kiss her, only for Posey to clear his throat. “Can you two not? Some of us are struggling romantically and would prefer not to watch you two go at it.”

I lift my lips from Ollie’s and then turn toward Posey. “Some of us? Does that include you?”

“What? Me?” He points at his chest. “No, I’m not struggling. I’m fine.” He pats Holmes on the back. “Just looking out for our dear friend Halsey here.”

“Don’t,” Holmes says, peeling Posey’s hand off his shoulder. “I’m good.”

“Not from what I saw this morning,” I say.

“Ooo, what happened this morning?” Ollie asks.

Holmes gives me the death glare, and I say, “Sorry, dude, she’s a part of me now. What I know, she knows.”

He takes a long pull of his beer before saying, “Just ran into someone . . .”

“Blakely,” I say, filling in for him.

“And I don’t know, just told her how beautiful she looked. That’s it, we’re not talking about it anymore, or I’m going to fucking leave.”

“Dude.” Posey shakes Holmes. “You said that to her? That’s huge. What did she say? Did she blush?”

“I said we’re not getting into this,” Holmes says, always in a bad fucking mood.

“She blushed,” I answer for him. “And she said he looked really good in his suit.”

Posey’s mouth drops open. “Holmes, that’s your in.”

“It’s not,” he says, setting his beer down. “Have you forgotten she has a boyfriend?”

“No,” Posey answers. “But things change. Look at Taters. He was with Sarah for over a decade, and that changed.” He glances at me. “Sorry, had to use you as an example.”

“It’s fine,” I say as I kiss Ollie’s forehead.

“She’s happy, and I’m not going to fuck around with that. Now, we can either change the subject, or I can leave.” From the expression on his face and the dead-set tone in his voice, I know he’s serious. And I have to respect the man. Blakely is not available, and she does appear happy, so I respect the fact he’s not going to chase after her. I shouldn’t tease him, really.

“Ollie turned in her final paper for her internship.”

“What was it about?” Posey asks.

“You guys,” she says, sounding so sincere and full of love. “Talked about your day-to-day journey and what you do to prepare for a season. Talked about the Agitators and how welcoming they are as a team to newcomers.”

“When does it come out?” Posey asks.

“Not sure. I still haven’t heard from my boss about it.”

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” I ask.

Ollie shakes her head. “No, but I guess no news is better than bad news.” She turns to the boys. “He wanted me to do some sort of exposé about the team and the owner, really dig for some dirt. But I wouldn’t.”

“What a dick,” Posey says. “That’s a total conflict of interest.”

“That’s what I said, but he apparently didn’t care.” Ollie sighs. “Oh well, hopefully, he enjoys what I put together.”

“He will.” I kiss the top of her head.





“I can’t believe you leave again tomorrow,” Ollie says as she comes up behind me in the kitchen, where I’m grabbing a glass of water. Her hands go around my waist, and she hugs me from behind.

“I know. This is how it’ll be for the next few months.” I turn around to face her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I’m just going to miss you.”

“Well, if you want, you can stay here when I’m gone.”

She glances around my apartment and then back up at me. “It’s way too big.”

I chuckle. “Then take some of my clothes home with you, so you can wear them while I’m gone.”

“That I can do.” She stands up on her toes and presses a kiss to my chin. “Do you ever think how crazy it is that we got here? Ross was talking about it the other day, how happy we are. We’re kind of waiting for something bad to happen.”