miles, and go to class. I’d be lying if I said my only motivation for going to the gym every morning is my run. Reid also goes to the gym every morning. I know he looks for me. I’ve caught his glance a few times, so he knows I’m looking for him, too. We seem to be stuck in this push and pull, yet neither of us is willing to do much of anything about it.
It’s Friday and I’m done with classes early, so I head back to the suite to catch a nap. Cammie has the afternoon off as well, and when I walk into the living room she lifts her nose out of her textbook.
“Hey, Maddy! How was your day?”
“Not too thrilling. This psychology class is going to kill me, though. Synapses and neurotransmitters and blah blah blah.” I flop down beside her on the couch and debate whether or not to talk to her about Reid. She’s already said that she doesn’t know much, but I figure what the hell. It’s worth a shot, right?
“I know I’ve already asked about him, but what can you tell me about Reid? He’s at the gym every morning when I get there, and we swap stares all morning. We spoke once last week, and it was rough and edgy, like I’d pissed him off by being in his precious gym, and then he was all apologetic and sweet for nearly biting my head off. I’m usually pretty calm and collected, but he brings out this sarcastic snippy side to me. I just don’t know how to deal with him, and I have no clue what I did to bother him.”
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
“Um . . .” She pauses while she tries to gather her thoughts. “I’m not really sure. Reid really keeps to himself while I’m at Jack’s. I’ve never gotten more than a tight smile and a quick ‘hello’ when he sees me there.”
Oh, not what I expected. He seems pretty loose and friendly with his boys at the gym.
“Look, Maddy,” she continues, “you might not want to hear this, but the few things I do know about Reid don’t exactly paint him in the best light. He’s a player. In the three years that he’s been here, he’s never been with a girl for more than one night—maybe a weekend if she was really good. He sleeps with pretty much anything that moves, and he doesn’t seem to be ashamed of it at all. The fact that you say he was sweet and apologetic is actually really shocking to me.”
Her words hit me in the gut. It is completely ridiculous of me to think that Reid can’t have any girl he wanted; I just didn’t want to think he took them up on the offer as frequently as he did.
Thoroughly confused about how I should feel about all of this, I harrumph and slouch down further on the couch. “I just don’t know what to make of it. We danced at that first party at Jack’s, and I swear we had some kind of connection, and in a heartbeat he went from completely into me to ice-cold and distant. Then he thought I was stalking him at the gym. He played it off like he was pissed that I was there, but then there was a hint of hopefulness in his words that I might actually be there to see him. I’ve seen him every morning since then, but he hasn’t said two words to me, and I won’t make the first move at this point.”
I see a light bulb go off over her head as a mischievous grin curls her lips into a tight smile. “Well, there’s another party tonight. Why don’t you come with me and see if we can push a few of his buttons—get him to make the first move.”
There’s a sneaky look in her eyes, and I’m not sure if I’m down with her plan.
“I don’t know, Cam. I’m not the type for a player.” Even as I say the words, I have this gut feeling that he wouldn’t play me. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s that I know I wouldn’t let him play me. I kept my walls up around Jay, and I genuinely liked him. Reid doesn’t have a shot in hell at breaking them down at this point.
“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll get you all smoking hot and make him realize what a jerk he’s being. We’ll give him a taste of his own medicine