Free The Love Shack by Christie Ridgway Page B

club.”
    “What moves can the knight make?”
    Shoot. Busted.
    He laughed at her. “I debunked that myth on our ski trip two years ago, remember? You tried telling me then you were more than pom-poms and herky jumps.”
    “I think it’s weird you even know what a herky jump is,” she muttered.
    “Sweetheart, I played football. If a cheerleader had a move, all the guys on the team knew exactly what it was. Didn’t you figure that out?”
    “I avoided dating football players.”
    He tossed the softball-sized ball of scraps from hand to hand. “Now, this is getting interesting. You’re always so reticent about these kinds of details. If you didn’t date football players, who did you date?”
    “Nobody from my high school.” Nobody in high school. Polly Weber had held secrets then, too. Confident all-American teen on the outside. On the inside, a vulnerable girl looking for validation in disastrous places. So damn needy.
    And even if Polly Weber now loved a man who didn’t love her back, that didn’t make her the same as the insecure, self-destructive child she’d once been.
    “...so I could use you,” Teague was saying. “It might be beneficial to you, too.”
    She set her scissors in her lap. “What are you talking about?”
    “I’m saying that weddings and all the attending hoopla put people in a romantic mood. Makes ’em want to pair up. You could get some potentials out of it.”
    “Potential...?”
    Teague shook his head. “You haven’t been listening. I’ve been laying out all the good reasons why you should go along with what I asked.”
    Caught up in her memories, she’d apparently missed a chunk of conversation, because she didn’t recall him asking her anything. “Why don’t you start over?”
    “You’re not afraid to date, are you?”
    “What are you talking about?” She bristled. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
    “C’mon,” Teague scoffed. “What about heights? Movies with ax murderers? You know you have that thing against clowns.”
    “Everybody has a thing against clowns.”
    “True. But my point is, you’ve been on a man hiatus for...what? How long has it been?”
    “I have men in my life.”
    “They’re between five and six years old, Polly. That doesn’t count.”
    “And there’s you,” she heard herself blurt out.
    “But I don’t count, either.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’m talking men who want to...” His words died away, and a strange expression overtook his face.
    “Men who want to what?”
    “To do things to you that I suddenly realize make me extremely uncomfortable to picture in my mind,” he finished, frowning.
    “Oh.” Funny, now Teague couldn’t look at her. “I’m not averse to that kind of man.” It’s what she told herself she needed. A new guy. A focus other than Teague.
    He was squeezing the ball of scrap paper. “So agreeing to be my plus-one will be perfect for both of us.”
    “What?”
    “Is there cotton wool in your ears? I explained it to you. There’re all these wedding things coming up. I need a date.”
    “Ask somebody else.”
    “Somebody else might think I’m interested. But you’re aware that I’m still hung up on...”
    “Tess.”
    “Yeah. I’m going to be around her all the time. I need you nearby to stop me from looking like an idiot.”
    The idiot was Polly, her resolve already eroding. I need you.
    “You can meet some new people, maybe find your Mr. Right.”
    Attending social events with Teague at her side? How would that help her goal of walking into kindergarten class come September without the wrong man firmly dug into her heart?
    “Please, Pol,” he said. Then his eyes sharpened, and he lifted his hand to her face, using his thumb to rub at a spot between her brows. “No, never mind.”
    His hand dropped, but she caught his wrist without thinking. It was hard, strong, and her fingertips could barely meet her thumb. “Teague...”
    “I made you frown. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything