Hard Pass Read online Sara Ney (Trophy Boyfriends #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Trophy Boyfriends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Claire nods knowingly. “Yes, yes, the thing.”

I’m glad she’s playing along—this dude cabbing me around doesn’t need to know my business, even though he’s hearing literally all of my business.

“The guy who shows up is not the Noah I’ve met before, so I think the guy from the club—who never told me his name—is just there to pick up the thing for his buddy.”

“Uh-huh.” Claire is nodding frantically, chewing meat sticks and washing it down with Bloody Mary.

“I say, ‘Oh! What happened to Noah?’ And he’s all, ‘I AM NOAH.’”

Okay, fine—I’m taking a few creative liberties, but that’s basically the way it all went down and the point isn’t the way I retell it; the point is he lied.

“What?!” Claire is shouting and probably scaring the shit out of her cat in the process. “Get out!”

“Yes. And then I go, ‘So you’re a LIAR?’ And guess what he did, Claire? Guess. Well I’ll tell you what he didn’t do. He did. Not. Deny it.” I’m rambling almost frantically, anxious to get the story out.

“You mean. To tell me. He did not deny lying?” Claire is aghast at the thought! Claire tends to lie about mostly anything that will get her into any kind of trouble. “So then what?”

“Pfft, I took my money, said, ‘Deuces bro,’ and I left.”

That gives Claire pause, and she stares, meat dangling from her lips like a cigar. “You did not say that.”

“No, but I wanted to.”

“Ugh, I hate when you do that! You give me this buildup and I get so excited and it’s just you being dramatic.”

“Well what the hell was I going to say? He didn’t have to tell me at all. He could have lied about his name today, too, but he told me the truth.”

“Well there’s something to be said for that, too. Why do you think he told you?”

“I don’t know.”

And it’s true—I don’t. Her guess is as good as mine.

“Maybe he wanted you to know the truth because he likes you.”

Okay, that was not my guess.

The car I’m in is almost to my apartment complex, so with one hand, I begin gathering my things.

“He doesn’t like me. He barely spoke when we were sitting there. It was all brooding and grunting and he let me leave without defending himself.”

“Would it have mattered?”

“Yes!” No. Maybe? “I don’t know.”

“I thought you said you felt a tingle in your lady business on Saturday after you talked to him.”

“Claire!” I pointedly shift my eyes toward the back of the driver’s head. Though Claire can’t see him, she knows I’m in an Uber and knows he can hear everything she’s saying. “Could you not?”

“You know I’m right. You had a party in your pants and you wanted to invite him.”

She needs to stop.

Instead, the car stops. She goes on as I thank the driver, climb out, and head toward the front door of my building.

“Look, all I’m saying is—since you started this passion project of yours, you have had zero time for yourself. It’s all interviews and hiring and looking at office space. Which I get! I love that you’re doing your own thing. But one day, after you work your ass off, you’re going to look around and realize you didn’t take time for yourself.”

I punch the elevator. “You’re being super dramatic. I take time for myself. I went out on Saturday! And I would have loved to stay and flirt with that guy, but he left, Claire. He left. Not me, him.”

She’s quiet because she knows I’m right; I sucked the wind right out of her preachy sails. She lets out a thoughtful “Hmmm” and looks to the side then back at me. “But why though? What happened before you hugged him?”

I’ve explained this to her before. The only thing I left out was him walking off—and never coming back. I told her he saw someone he knew, they started talking, and that was that.

“We were talking. I think we were flirting? He seemed uncomfortable.”

“What kind of guy is he? Outgoing, arrogant, what?”

None of those things. “Quiet? Shy but not really? Reserved.”

“And he was cool until you touched him?”

“Yes.”

Another hum. A sigh. “Well, it sounds like you either gave him a boner or scared the shit out of him. Either way, I’d say he was into you, especially if he showed up today and spilled his guts.”

“I wouldn’t call it spilling his guts. All he said was, ‘I’m Noah.’”

“So, a confession of sorts.”

“Not telling me his real name is not a crime.” I can’t help protecting him.

“Ahhh, you’re defending him now? Interesting.”

Sometimes she drives me absolutely mad, other times she’s absolutely brilliant and right now she’s both.

“Well.” I bite down on my bottom lip, thinking hard as the elevator door opens and I step out into the hall, hang a left, and walk the 40 feet to my door. “What should I do?”


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