The PreGame Ritual (Lynstone University Book 1) Read online

  Sheesh.

  Definitely a gym-goer.

  He peeked through the windshield to see if I was still there and the way his gaze skimmed over my body made me tremble.

  Chill, Jaz.

  He’s not on your level.

  Instead of waiting by his car for him to find his information, I went to my car to get mine. I was still in my work clothes, so it wasn’t easy to get across the front seat in my pencil skirt but now that I was already trying, I surely wasn’t going to get back out of the car to walk around.

  As I flipped through the random assortment of papers that were in my glove compartment, I heard a low, “Damn” and knew exactly why. I peeked behind me, way too prepared to get my flirt and tease on since I finally had his attention but his eyes were nowhere near on me. In fact, they were on his phone that he seemed to be scrolling through endlessly.

  Whatever.

  I grabbed one of the paper copies of my insurance card that I kept in my car just for situations like this - okay, maybe I wasn’t the best driver - and climbed back out of the car as best I could.

  “Here you go.”

  He peeked up from his phone just long enough to grab the paper and trade it with his insurance card. I pulled my phone out to take a picture of both sides before I handed it back to him. He gave me a nod and was heading back to his car with his eyes still preoccupied with whatever was on his phone. And against my usual attack of someone that intrigued me, I climbed into mine.