they fought like cats and dogs, and the next they would be wrapped up in each other’s arms like nothing had happened. It was the craziestthing, and seeing it always made him green with envy.
Because he wanted that too.
He wanted a girl who would love him for him. Not because he was an upcoming star, or because he had money. He wanted a girl to look at him and love
him
, not his career. Of course, he wanted her to be supportive of what he did, but to love him first. Elsa, his ex-fiancée, hadn’t. She hated that he traveled all the time, and when he left Sweden almost two years ago, she broke off the engagement, didn’t even consider coming to the States with him. It still stung a little, but the past was the past.
And now he was too busy hungering for the Brunette Beauty.
Pathetic.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, you guys better be there tomorrow. Remember, Anderson, Audrey is going to be there. Fallon wants to hook you guys up.”
Phillip rolled his eyes. “You have told me that six times. I got you. I’ll check her out, but I mean if she’s anything like Fallon, I’m down. Your soon-to-be wife is an MILF.”
Laughter filled the locker room as Lucas took in a sharp breath. Tate looked over at Phillip, confused. “What the hell is a MILF?”
A large grin came over Phillip’s face as he said, “A mom I’d love to fu—”
Without any warning, Lucas had Phillip up against the wall by the collar of his team shirt, his face inches from Phillip’s. Tate stood frozen, watching. Acid dripped from Lucas’s voice as he said, “That’s
my
soon-to-be wife. Watch it.”
Whoa. Not cool.
Phillip put his hands up in defense, but there was no fear on his face. That was one thing about Phillip—he wasn’t afraid of anything. “Sorry, it was a joke.”
“You’re always joking,” Lucas said, dropping his hand from Phillip’s collar. “But it isn’t funny.”
With that, he walked away and out of the locker room in a huff. Phillip fixed his collar and glanced at Tate, shaking his head. “People are so fucking sensitive.”
Tate didn’t think Lucas was sensitive at all.
He would have reacted the same way.
“See you later,” Anderson said as Tate got out of his black Chevy truck.
“Later,” Tate responded, then slammed the door shut.
As he fished his keys out of his gym shorts, he regretted not going to the rehearsal dinner with Lucas. He should have gone. Fallon probably did want him there, plus he would have been able to see Aiden, Lucas’s son. He hadn’t seen the little guy in weeks, and he missed him. Aiden reminded Tate a lot of his sister Matilda when she was younger. She used to have tons of energy, and was full of life, just like Aiden. He missed her, along with his parents.
Yeah, he should have gone to the dinner.
Shaking his head, he climbed the steps to his front door, where he saw a box on the doormat with a bright green Post-it note on it. Frowning, he bent down and picked up the box, peeling off the note.
It would be nice if we met … Enjoy!
—Audrey
Audrey?
He opened the box and was pleased when he saw six cupcakes with big red hearts on them. A small smile came across his face as he picked one out before taking a huge bite. He loved cupcakes. When the amazing flavors of Red Velvet registered in his mouth, he almost moaned out loud. He really loved Red Velvet cupcakes.
But who the hell was Audrey?
Tate opened the door with his key and threw his stuff down on the floor before heading to the kitchen with the note and cupcakes. After laying the box down, he reread the note. When he saw
Your neighbor
at the bottom, he smiled again. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Audrey Parker. Hell, he still hadn’t met most of his neighbors. He had heard amazing things about her from Aiden and Lucas and wanted to meet her, but for some reason they hadn’t crossed paths yet. It was strange, since he had been living beside her for almost