“Nice shirt, Jordie. Pink really suits you,” Teddy says with a chuckle when I slide into my chair at the coffee shop.
“It’s salmon,” I say, looking down at the button-down shirt I’m wearing, which is, well, pink. It was a stupid idea. It was supposed to make me look less imposing. Less like a testosterone-fueled jock. More sensitive. I’m not sure it’s working.
pinkTeddy squints at me. “What . . . are you drunk?”
are you drunk?“No, fucker,” I mutter.
The rest of the guys filter in, and once we’re all seated at the little round table with coffees in front of us, I shove a copy of the book I brought at Teddy. “Here. Take this.”
“What’s this?” With a skeptical look, he turns it over and inspects the back cover. “Did you just hand me a romance novel?” His mouth quirks up in amusement.
“It
