I Dare You (The Hook Up #1)(17)

Paging Princess Leia. Where are you?

My happiness level goes up a notch as I read the text and quickly tap out a reply. Skye doesn’t notice as she orders another round of drinks from our waitress, who’s stopped by the table. I don’t know why I want to keep He-Man a secret, but I do, as if he’s all mine and I need that for some reason.





On a blind date.


Oh. Where?

I’ll give you two hints: there are beers and peanuts on the table.

Ah, Buffalo Bills. Do you want me to rescue you? I can call and pretend I’m your aunt who’s terribly sick.

I giggle. That’s AWFUL! I’m disappointed you’d encourage a lie.

Okay. Hey, I saw you at the library last night—nice dare completion. I was digging the buns on your head.

Oh my God. He was there.

My heart thuds, racing back through every single face I encountered.

I recall how at precisely eight, I stood in the middle of the study area and yelled out, “Princess Leia is a badass!” I’d even put my blonde hair up in little fluffy buns on the sides of my head before work. I’d also gone all out with my clothing choices, wearing a fitted white shirt and a pair of white jeans—in February! Deep red lipstick completed the look. If I do a dare, I do it right. The shy girl in me loved letting loose and knowing it was for a dare, which gave me the courage to do it. My eyes scanned the place, but I was so nervous, it was hard to take a good inventory of who was there. It was at least most of the football team since they do study sessions there on Mondays, and several baseball players saw it along with some guys in fraternity jerseys.

Everyone stared. A few clapped. Some whistled.

Did it feel good to do the dare? he asks.

Yes, I reply. It was fucking empowering, especially when Alex stared at me with a forlorn look on his face, obviously missing me.

I saw Maverick there too, surrounded by a group of girls at a table. His response to my outburst? A simple smirk and a head nod.

I chew on my lip, wondering once again who He-Man is.

Hey, you’re not the skinny hipster guy who hangs out in the romance section looking for dates are you?

He sends a whole string of laughing/crying emojis.

If I stood in the romance section, I’d never make it out alive. I’m already irresistible, but put Twilight in my hands and girls will piss themselves.

“Why are you giggling?” Skye asks, and I raise my head. Her gaze goes to my phone.

“Just a meme someone sent me,” I say as I take a sip of the new beer the waitress apparently set down without me even noticing.

“It must have been a funny one.”

“Yeah, it was a cat.”

Any mention of my love for cats has her rolling her eyes. She and Han have a love/hate relationship. She gets up and straightens her skirt. “I’m going to head to the ladies’ room to freshen up. You’ll be okay till I get back?”

I nod. “Sure.”

She heads off, and I look back down at my phone as it pings.

Where did you go? Is your date there? Are you riding a bull? Don’t ride the bull because I want to be there when you do.

He-Man, I’ve been thinking…I need to know who you are, I send.

Why? Don’t you like being anonymous? Don’t you think we’re opening up to each other more?

Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.

I get nothing but silence in return. My hands clench my phone, waiting to see those telltale little dots, but he isn’t responding.

Why doesn’t he want to tell me? Is it someone I hate? Is it Alex with a burner phone? Is it Maverick?

I take a deep breath and text, Are you a football player?





Yes.


My heart flips over. Is He-Man really Maverick? God, I want it to be.

I don’t do football players anymore, I text.

You’d do me. It’s going to happen.

I squirm in my seat as a bolt of electricity zips through me and my entire body heats up. My skin gets goose bumps, and I know it’s because I’m picturing Maverick on the other end of this conversation.

You’re cocky, I send, my fingers sweaty.

I know when a woman wants me, and I want you too, Princess Leia. I have for a long time.

I want to ask more, but I’m scared of…dammit, I don’t even know. Being hurt? Being lied to?

I spend the next minute staring intently at my phone, trying to think of a response, and I’m still staring when Skye gets back from the restroom. I finally put my phone away when Tyler arrives, along with my blind date.





An hour later, I’ve met Bobby Gene and we’ve finished a round of beers and a plate of cheese fries. Handsome with a lopsided grin and cropped brown hair, he’s rather engaging. He’s made me giggle with his talk of growing up on a pig farm in Iowa, but He-Man is all I can think about.

Each minute I’m here with Bobby Gene feels like an hour, and I’m anxious to get home and text him so we can figure things out.

But is there really anything to figure out?

How can I ever trust a football player again?

My phone rings, surprising me, and I battle down a sneeze when I see He-Man’s name on the screen.

“Who’s He-Man?” Bobby Gene asks, leaning over and peering down at my phone where I left it sitting on the table.