Page 56 of Tough Score

"Hey what's up?" I answer.

"Want to head down to shoot some pool at Oakley's. Brynn says I'm distracting her while she tries to write."

Seven being a distraction seems unlike him.

He barely talks unless you're one-on-one with him.

"What are you doing that is so distracting?" I ask.

"Laying naked on the day bed in her office."

"Get him out of here!" I hear Brynn's voice in the background. "I have a deadline. Please, Reeve."

I can't hold back my snicker at the mental picture of Seven lying naked on the tiny twin-sized day bed in Brynn's apartment across the street.

"Put on some pants. Make your girlfriend happy," I say.

He grunts in annoyance at me siding with Brynn.

I wouldn't want that hairy man butt-ass naked on my couch, either.

"That's the opposite of what should make her happy," Seven argues. "Besides, she's writing one of those sexy scenes right now… I was trying to be helpful with market research."

"Reeve, I'll pay you anything you want!"

"Brynn, I spend hours on this body for you to enjoy. And should I remind you about Cancun? It worked like a charm last time."

"Oh god…." I hear the annoyance in her voice and the clicking of the keys on her keyboard.

"I'll meet you downstairs," I tell Seven.

"I owe you!" Brynn says.

I send a text to Keely to let her know where I'll be in case she shows up with dinner and doesn't know where I am.

Reeve: Headed to the bar with Seven for a bit. See you later.

It doesn't take long before Seven and I find an open table and rack up the balls.

"Reeve," I hear Oakley before I see him.

He sets a heavy box of long-neck IPA on the bar top and then heads toward up.

"Hey, Oakley," I say, and Seven gives him a nod.

"You boys coming down to play some pool?" he asks, watching Seven select a pool stick.

"Yeah, Brynn called, begging me to get Seven out of her hair."

"Hey…" I hear Seven warn. "What gives man… calling me out like that?"

Oakley and both smirk.

"Do you have a minute?" Oakley asks. "I'll just take a second."

"Sure," I say.

"I'll head to the bar and get us drinks—rootbeer for you?" Seven asks, knowing that I don't like to drink during the season until it's to celebrate a win.