Part 15 (1/2)
”He's always here.”
”I don't think he's always here. It's hockey season. He plays a lot of games and he's frequently on the road. Maybe you just notice him when he is here.”
”I guess. I don't know. It's hard to forget about someone you slept with when they keep showing up where you work.”
”So he's bothering you.”
”Not in the least. He ignores me.”
”He blew you off.”
”No. I dumped him.”
Liz threw her hands in the air. ”Then what's the problem?”
”I don't know. He's just...there. Reminding me.”
”Of?”
She narrowed her gaze at Liz. ”Are you sure you're not an attorney?”
Liz laughed. ”I'm certain. But I know he's gotten to you, so what it is about him?”
”We had an amazing night together.”
”So go have some more. No one says you have to marry the guy, but if you had fun with him, who cares if he plays sports? I know for a fact Ty isn't the settling-down type.”
”He's not?”
”No.”
Then maybe she'd been approaching this all wrong. Maybe she should just screw his brains out and get him out of her system, and then they could go their separate ways.
”You could be right. I just didn't get enough of him, and he's on my mind a lot. It's not like I care for him.”
”Right. You just want more of that hot stuff he's offering.”
She let out a snort. ”Something like that.”
”So go for it.”
”If he's interested. Remember, I dumped him.”
”Honey, he has a p.e.n.i.s. He's interested. And men are different than women, in case you haven't noticed. If he was hurt over being dumped, do you think he'd still be coming here?”
”Good point.” Ty didn't act hurt. He still smiled and waved at her, he was still friendly. He'd just been maintaining his distance.
It was, after all, what she'd asked for. She'd told him it was over.
But now she didn't want it to be over.
Ugh. When had she become that woman?
”I don't know, Liz. He might think I'm crazy.”
”We're all crazy. That's what makes women so interesting. Go up and talk to him.”
”In front of my date for tonight?”
”Pfft. I'll take care of Dylan. I have some legal matters to talk over with him anyway. And if Dylan had the hots for you, no hockey team in the world would have been able to pull him away.”
”Huh. So you're saying I wasn't exactly his type?”
”He likes big b.o.o.bs.”
She gaped at her less-than-generous chest, then at Liz. ”Why the h.e.l.l did you set him up with me?”
Liz shrugged. ”To see if you'd go through with it.”
”You are crazy.”
”See? I told you.” Liz slid off the bar stool and headed over to Dylan, pulled him away from his adoration of the Ice players, and led him to one of the tables. Ever a gentleman, he went where Liz directed him.
Not that Jenna expected him to do otherwise. Liz had a dominating presence and guys tended to do what they were asked to do when she was the one doing the commanding.
In fact, it took less than ten minutes for Liz to return to the bar with Dylan and grab her purse.
”There's a few papers in my office I need to go over with Dylan, so we're heading out.”
Dylan shook her hand. ”Really nice to meet you, Jenna. You have a great bar here.”
”Nice to meet you, too, Dylan. Come back anytime.”
She went around to kiss and hug Liz. ”Thanks.”
Liz's eyes sparkled with mischief. ”You're welcome. Now make good use of your time.”
It wasn't exactly in her realm of experience to make up with a guy she'd recently dumped. But in order to exorcise Ty from her life, she was going to have to get her fill of him, and that meant eating crow was in order.
Since Dylan had left and Renee was off waiting on her customers, the guys had moved back to the pool tables. Jenna didn't relish the idea of wading into a sea of Ice players to talk to Ty, and getting him alone might be problematic.
She pondered the situation, even considered giving Renee a note to give to him, then thought better of it. What if he shared it with his friends? They'd all laugh.
And this isn't high school, you idiot. Where are your b.a.l.l.s?
Sucking up her courage, she called one of the waitresses over to cover the bar and headed over to the group.