The Rematch (Wrestling Diaries #2) by Sarah Bale

 
    Copyright © 2016 by Sarah Bale
     
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    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
     
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    Book edited by Jodi Thompson  
     
    First Printing: May 2016
     
    ASIN - B01F8BN3J0
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    November 17
      “Are you trying to get me drunk,” I asked with a giggle.
      In all honesty I felt lightheaded, but that didn’t stop me from taking the shot.
      Denver leaned forward. “Maybe I’m hoping I won’t have to sleep alone tonight.”
      “I’m not a rat.”
      My words echoed the same thing I’d told Mesquite. I wasn’t a ring rat – someone whose goal was to sleep with multiple wrestlers. And since Mesquite was back with his fiancée… I frowned.
      Denver brushed my hair from my face. “And I’m not looking for sex, Jamie. I just want to cuddle.” He stood. “Come on. It’s too cold for you to catch a cab and I’ve got a king size bed.”
      He held out his hand and I stared at it. Mesquite hadn’t tried to contact me at all in the last month. That chapter seemed to be over – was I ready to start a new one? I looked up into Denver’s chestnut eyes, put my hand in his and stood. Time to see what this new chapter had in store for me.
     
     
     
    November 18
      I woke up today with a headache from hell. At least I was alone in the bed. That much I was thankful for. Denver snored from the floor and I rolled over to look down at him. True to his words he hadn’t pressured me for sex. Instead, we cuddled and talked. Around two, he called room service and had a bottle of wine delivered.
      We finished the bottle and I was uncertain what would happen next. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it onto the floor.
      “My back’s been bothering me and these hotel beds are too soft,” he explained.
      “So… you’re sleeping on the floor?”
      “Yeah, unless you have something else in mind?” When I didn’t answer he chuckled. “No worries, Jamie. The floor is fine. Goodnight.”
      Not feeling pressured to do something was a relief. While I knew my relationship with Mesquite was over I didn’t necessarily want to jump into another one with Denver. I liked him as a friend, but I wasn’t sure if my feelings went further than that. Plus, I was still so hurt because of fucking Mesquite.
      “Why so serious?”
      Blinking, I focused on Denver, who gazed up at me.
      “Just thinking.”
      “Ah. That can be dangerous.”
      “I know.”
      He sat up. “Jamie, I want to be clear about something. I know you’re not over Mesquite.”
      Was he a mind reader? I tried to protest, but he cut me off.
      “No, don’t deny it. I can see it all over your face. But I also know you deserve to be happy. And I think I can make you happy - if you’ll let me try.”
      “I just don’t know, Denver. I value the friendship we have. What if we ruin it by trying to make it something it’s not?”
      He shook his head. “That won’t happen. We’ll take it slow.”
      “What about LaTonya?”
      They’d once dated and I didn’t want to make things awkward or cause drama.
      “Talk to her and see what she thinks. You might be surprised.”
      I must be crazy for even considering his offer.
      I asked, “And Mesquite?”
      “What about him?”
      “Come on Denver…”
      He stood and sat