Game for Trouble (Game for It 2)

Flynn jogged over so he walked beside him. “Ah, come on. It’ll only take a minute. It’s just one question.”

Nick stopped, turning so he faced Foley. Might as well get this over with. “Shoot.”

“Well, I’ve overheard some talk coming from the publicity camp. What’s this about you and Aubrey?” Flynn lifted an expectant brow, his gaze intent as he waited for Nick to answer.

Nick frowned. “What about me and Aubrey?”

“Are you two seeing each other?” Foley didn’t move so much as a muscle. In fact, he held Nick’s stare, looking downright territorial.

Interesting.

“What if we were?” Nick contemplated Flynn. He was a good-looking kid. Sorta shy with the women, which of course, the women loved. He was fast gaining a legion of female fans. Word on the street was that he was a freaking virgin and the women ate that up with a spoon.

The idea of de-virginizing the virgin stud football player got a lot of women hot, apparently.

Flynn clearly wasn’t amused. “Well, are you or aren’t you seeing her? It’s a simple question.”

Nick wanted to laugh. Flynn Foley was clearly irritated with the idea that he and Aubrey could be seeing each other. Was Flynn hot for the new publicist? He never seemed hot for any woman. “We’re not seeing each other.”

A smile flickered on Flynn’s face. “Really?”

“Really. That’s just Harvey talking out his ass.” Nick shoved at Flynn’s shoulder. “You like her?”

“I, uh…”

“Tell me the truth. You like her?”

Flynn shrugged, his cheeks ruddy, looking mighty pleased as he smiled. Was the dude blushing? Jesus. He needed lessons and stat. “Maybe.”

“Well, don’t ever give her that wishy washy shit, playing like you like her then acting like she doesn’t matter. Women hate it. Learn from my mistakes, man. You like a woman, go after her. Tell her how you feel, and don’t get all scared when it turns serious. Got it?”

“Sure. Yeah. Thanks Nick.” Flynn nodded, breaking out into a smile. “I appreciate the advice.”

“Anytime,” Nick said, meaning it.

Of course, if Foley were smart, he wouldn’t take Nick’s advice. He didn’t get the girl, no matter how hard he tried.

He was an absolute failure in the love department. But for once, he wanted to succeed. He wanted to win the ultimate prize.

His girl. Willow.

Chapter Fourteen

The phone rang and rang, ending with her father’s rich voice instructing her to leave a message. Scowling, Willow disconnected then hit redial and let it ring again. What do you know, voice mail time. She called again, determined to get through to him. She’d been stewing over Nick’s revelation for days. She needed an explanation.

Finally, finally he answered.

“Are you all right?” her father greeted her breathlessly. She would bet anything he’d been out on the ski slopes, having the best time ever while she wallowed in her misery, so angry with the men in her life she could hardly see straight. “What’s going on?”

He also sounded frantic. Upset. Good. She felt the same way. “I need to know something.”

“What?” Now he just sounded confused.

She glanced around her bedroom from where she sat in the middle of the bed. The scene of the crime, so to speak. It had been a few days since Nick had been there. Since she last saw him, talked to him, felt him move over her, within her…

God, she missed him. Not that she’d ever give in and call him.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let it all out. “Did you really tell Nick Hamilton to stop seeing me years ago?”