Marni Mann

Stacey is the only other athlete in my family. She got a golfing scholarship, and she could have gone pro, had she wanted it badly enough.”

Jesus Christ.

“Shawn, I don’t want to represent your sister. I want to date her.”

As the seconds passed, it looked like my words were finally starting to sink in.

“Oh, shit.” He continued to stare at me. “You want to date my sister.”

“I’d like to, yeah.”

“Have you spent a lot of time with her?”

I couldn’t get a read on him. He wasn’t acting pissed, but he wasn’t acting pleased either.

“Yes,” I answered.

“How long have you guys been talking?”

“Not long.”

That wasn’t a lie since we hadn’t really done much talking eight years ago.

Not that I’d ever mention any of that shit to him.

“I respect you, Shawn. So, before things go any further between Samantha and me, I wanted to discuss it with you.”

It looked like he was still processing the news, still unsure of how he felt about it. “I like that you came to me, and I appreciate it.”

I wanted him to know that Samantha wasn’t just someone I’d talked to at the bar and decided I wanted to hang out with. I was coming to him because I wanted to take things to a deeper level.

“Shawn, your sister is a hell of a girl. She’s patient and sweet; she’s understanding and forgiving. She works as much as I do, and you know how important that is, given how often I travel.”

“I know.”

“What I’m trying to say is, I care about her. Enough that I’m coming to you, my client and my friend, and I’m putting our professional relationship on the line because your sister’s worth it.”

His lids narrowed, his stare intensifying. “All right, I can see it now.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, man. It took me a second, which is probably due to all the shit I drank last night, but yes, I can see the two of you together. She’s a great girl; you’re a nice guy. You both live in Miami. The fit makes sense.”

Motherfucker.

“That I would do anything to taste you.”

Say I can have you.”