to cut to the chase.
âWhat is it about me that you donât like?â he asked, and even as he said it he realized how arrogant he sounded. As if she had to have a reason for not liking him. Maybe she just didnât. Reason unnecessary.
She surprised him when she said, âNothing.â
âWait, so do you mean there is nothing that you like about me, or thereâs nothing you donât like about me?â
And now he had confused himself.
âThereâs nothing I donât like about you,â she answered, that smile becoming a little more genuine. Whythat made him feel so good, he didnât know, but he liked the fact that heâd put a smile on her face. âI told you earlier not to take it personally. The Saberrettes have a rule against consorting with the ball players. Since Iâm working alongside them, I should abide by the same rules they do.â
âYeah, but that no-fraternizing rule is ignored more than the Sabersâ rule on not taking anything from the field house.â Jared held up the roll of Ace bandages heâd snatched from the equipment room to prove his point. âBelieve me, thereâs definitely some fraternizing going on.â
Her features softened, her eyes crinkling at the corners as an easy grin pulled at her lips. âSorry, but Iâm a bit of a rule follower.â
God, that smile of hers was devastating. It stirred things inside him that hadnât stirred in months.
âWell, itâs the off-season,â Jared said, feeling a little more confident with each second that smile remained on her lips. Maybe his flirting skills werenât as rusty as heâd first thought. âThereâs nothing against some friendly conversation during the off-season, is there?â
She hesitated for the barest moment, before saying, âThatâsâ¦not a good idea.â
She looked beyond his shoulder and gave a two-finger wave to someone coming up the hallway. A second later, Liani Dixon, one of the few members of the dance squad Jared knew by name, bounded up to them.
âSorry that took so long,â she said to Chyna. Liani looked from him to Chyna, and then back to him. She held out her hand. âIâm Liani,â she greeted. âI donât think weâve ever officially met.â
Jared shook her hand. âNo, we havenât.â
The only reason he knew her name was because shewas one of those Saberrettes who had ignored the no-fraternizing rule last season when sheâd hooked up with Randall the night before one of the Sabersâ away games. Funny thing is his teammate had given up her name only after Jared had pried the information out of him, and Randall had never brought the incident up again. The one time Lianiâs name had surfaced in locker-room talk, when one of the rookies mentioned that heâd like to hit that, Randall had nearly taken the guyâs head off.
âI feel bad not knowing more of you by name,â Jared admitted. âI donât attend many team functions outside of the regular game and practice, so I havenât had a chance to meet all of the Saberrettes. I appreciate what you all do for the team, though.â
He looked at Chyna, hoping his compliment would earn him another one of those sexy smiles, but the swift dip in her brow was as far from a smile as you could get. Jared recalled the conversation on fraternizing theyâd been engaged in right before Liani joined them, and he understood. âWhat you all do for the teamâ had a different connotation when he looked at it that way.
âI meant the cheering,â he clarified, earning a confused look from Liani.
Thatâs it. He was done making an ass of himself.
âI think itâs time for me to head home,â he said. âItâs been a rough practice. I need about two hours in my whirlpool.â
âI hear you. Weâre on our way out, too,â Liani