he stood and whether he was staying or going.
“Say something.” Randi came out of the shadows inside the house, through the open French doors. “Don’t leave him hanging, Ty. He laid it on the line to come here today.”
Brian hadn’t expected an ally in her. He wasn’t sure whether to acknowledge her help or not. He didn’t want Ty to feel pressured, and he didn’t want to be the cause of ruining the fledgling thing between the two of them. She was the only girl he’d ever known Ty to keep around for two consecutive nights. That was huge in Ty’s world.
“Did he?” Ty asked in a bland voice. Brian was a little alarmed at how good Ty had gotten at hiding his feelings. He walked over to Randi and put his arm around her. “They came to you, did they?” he said, still speaking to Brian. “So they think I need a football guru.”
“No,” Brian denied too quickly.
“Don’t even try,” Ty said. “I’ve kept tabs on you, too. I know that’s your reputation. You come in and make underperforming players shine. And, boy, am I underperforming.” He squeezed Randi in a one-armed hug and let go before he walked over to the side of the patio, staring at a brick wall. “My game is in the crapper and you and I both know it.” He spun around suddenly. “Okay, Brian. Let’s work that voodoo again here in Birmingham. What do you want me to do?” Before Brian could answer, Ty added, “Football, Brian. Eight years is a damn long time to just show up and expect me to fall back into what we had.”
“I don’t want what we had,” Brian told him. “I want more.”
“I don’t know if I have more to give,” Ty said, sounding sad and lonely. “Not anymore.”
“Fair enough,” Brian said, completely understanding. “Football it is.”
“Oh, please,” Randi said with a loud, rude raspberry. “You guys are so screwed. Football, my ass.” She turned and headed for the pool, pulling off her tank top as she went. She was naked underneath, and dove into the pool with nothing on but her tiny bikini bottom.
Brian wished he could be as sure as Randi that football would lead him back to Ty.
Chapter 9
Randi thought Ty was going to strangle her when she asked Brian to stay for dinner. It was as obvious as the nose on her face that the two men still had more to talk about. They needed to get over this “just football” thing. Because there was no way Randi wasn’t going to be the girl filling in that sandwich. The sexual tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but it seemed to her they weren’t going to get anywhere without a little divine Randi intervention. So if she had to lead them to each other through her, who was she to argue with that? She was more than a little sad that her time with Ty was going to end sooner than she’d like, but she wasn’t going to come between him and Brian, not when they had history and obvious feelings for each other. A girl could dream, but she didn’t have to be a bitch about it. She was still on Ty’s side, but she could see Brian’s side of things, too. Hadn’t she thought the same things he’d talked about today, that Ty would move on? Guys like Ty didn’t stay with girls like Randi. She guessed they left for guys like Brian, guys who were gorgeous, successful, confident, and sincere.
“Are you sure?” Brian asked after she’d asked him to stay. He looked at Ty as he said it. Ty was glaring daggers at her. She was still in the pool, her arms resting on the side as she floated, lazily kicking her legs as she watched the two men pick up the last of yesterday’s trash. When Brian had offered to stay and help, Ty hadn’t complained.
“The least he can do is feed you after you cleaned up his pool,” Randi said.
“I cleaned most of it up before he got here,” Ty said sarcastically. “With very little help from you, I might add.”
“You could add it, but you won’t,” she said. “After all, I got them all to leave yesterday, didn’t I?
“Say something.” Randi came out of the shadows inside the house, through the open French doors. “Don’t leave him hanging, Ty. He laid it on the line to come here today.”
Brian hadn’t expected an ally in her. He wasn’t sure whether to acknowledge her help or not. He didn’t want Ty to feel pressured, and he didn’t want to be the cause of ruining the fledgling thing between the two of them. She was the only girl he’d ever known Ty to keep around for two consecutive nights. That was huge in Ty’s world.
“Did he?” Ty asked in a bland voice. Brian was a little alarmed at how good Ty had gotten at hiding his feelings. He walked over to Randi and put his arm around her. “They came to you, did they?” he said, still speaking to Brian. “So they think I need a football guru.”
“No,” Brian denied too quickly.
“Don’t even try,” Ty said. “I’ve kept tabs on you, too. I know that’s your reputation. You come in and make underperforming players shine. And, boy, am I underperforming.” He squeezed Randi in a one-armed hug and let go before he walked over to the side of the patio, staring at a brick wall. “My game is in the crapper and you and I both know it.” He spun around suddenly. “Okay, Brian. Let’s work that voodoo again here in Birmingham. What do you want me to do?” Before Brian could answer, Ty added, “Football, Brian. Eight years is a damn long time to just show up and expect me to fall back into what we had.”
“I don’t want what we had,” Brian told him. “I want more.”
“I don’t know if I have more to give,” Ty said, sounding sad and lonely. “Not anymore.”
“Fair enough,” Brian said, completely understanding. “Football it is.”
“Oh, please,” Randi said with a loud, rude raspberry. “You guys are so screwed. Football, my ass.” She turned and headed for the pool, pulling off her tank top as she went. She was naked underneath, and dove into the pool with nothing on but her tiny bikini bottom.
Brian wished he could be as sure as Randi that football would lead him back to Ty.
Chapter 9
Randi thought Ty was going to strangle her when she asked Brian to stay for dinner. It was as obvious as the nose on her face that the two men still had more to talk about. They needed to get over this “just football” thing. Because there was no way Randi wasn’t going to be the girl filling in that sandwich. The sexual tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but it seemed to her they weren’t going to get anywhere without a little divine Randi intervention. So if she had to lead them to each other through her, who was she to argue with that? She was more than a little sad that her time with Ty was going to end sooner than she’d like, but she wasn’t going to come between him and Brian, not when they had history and obvious feelings for each other. A girl could dream, but she didn’t have to be a bitch about it. She was still on Ty’s side, but she could see Brian’s side of things, too. Hadn’t she thought the same things he’d talked about today, that Ty would move on? Guys like Ty didn’t stay with girls like Randi. She guessed they left for guys like Brian, guys who were gorgeous, successful, confident, and sincere.
“Are you sure?” Brian asked after she’d asked him to stay. He looked at Ty as he said it. Ty was glaring daggers at her. She was still in the pool, her arms resting on the side as she floated, lazily kicking her legs as she watched the two men pick up the last of yesterday’s trash. When Brian had offered to stay and help, Ty hadn’t complained.
“The least he can do is feed you after you cleaned up his pool,” Randi said.
“I cleaned most of it up before he got here,” Ty said sarcastically. “With very little help from you, I might add.”
“You could add it, but you won’t,” she said. “After all, I got them all to leave yesterday, didn’t I?
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