Page 42 of Turn Me On

Zane:It’s fun imagining the things you do. I especially like being right and then needling you about it.

Maddox:Glad you like giving me a hard time. It seems to be another favorite sport of yours.

Oh, you have no idea, Maddox. But before I can write back with something flirty and dirty, my phone buzzes with another text from him.

Maddox:Are you on your way to Miami soon?

That’s a one eighty. Maybe it’s a sign not to flirt—to just talk shop. Fair enough.

Zane:As we speak. Change of scenery better do me good. Hoping to turn things around against the Aces.

Maddox:Watch out for Hoffman. He’s been working on a killer changeup. But if you get ahead in the count, you can usually hit off him.

Zane:Whoa. Hitting tips from my agent? You’re a full-service kind of guy.

Maddox:Happy to give restaurant recs too.

That piques my interest. I’m not a restaurant connoisseur, but I am gobbling up these details about him—his pitching knowledge, daily habits, and interests.

Zane:Maddox LeGrande, are you a foodie?

Maddox:You figured me out.

Zane:What’s your favorite cuisine?

Maddox:Vietnamese, Thai, Mediterranean, Italian, Turkish, Indian. And so on.

Zane:Dude, you just named six things.

Maddox:Don’t forget theso on. It covers all manner of other cuisines.

Zane:So you don’t have a favorite?

Maddox:Evidently, I like to try lots of things.

Oh man. That’s some low-hanging fruit. I look at the pic of my niece.

Behave, Zane.

I will.

But, maybe not entirely…

Zane:I like to try lots of things too.

Gunnar clears his throat again. “Ahem. Am I the invisible man as you text your agent?”

I flip the phone over in a nanosecond. This conversation is private. “What are you, a detective?”

“Got something to hide?” He wiggles a brow.

“Nope,” I say.

That’s not entirely true. But whatistrue is this—I think I like the guy.

Wait. That’s wrong.

IknowI like the guy.