She covered her broad smile with both hands and rocked back again. I nodded for her to keep going.
“He’s practically put Atlas City on the map all by himself. The guy is a HUGE star.”
“Okay, but what does he do?” I asked.
“He beats other guys into the ground and he makes A LOT of money doing it. They said on the news he made over a million dollars for his last fight. That gym he owns is legendary. Top athletes and fighters come from all over the world just to train with him.”
“So, he’s a cage fighter.” It was more of a question than a statement. As Kaitlyn talked on excitedly the pieces all fell into place. The vague familiarity I’d had with him that I just couldn’t place, the gym with that big cage inside, all that flash with the car and everything. I couldn’t believe it.
“Yes he’s a fighter! Like the best fighter in the world! The man is a complete and total stallion.”
“Alright, I get it. Calm down already, he’s just a jock.”
“He’s not just some stupid jock, Bria. Luke Greer is about to be a superstar and he just saved your ass like in some kind of movie. Oh my God, you said he dropped you off, did he come inside?”
I hesitated and she jumped all over me like a shark on fresh blood.
“He did!” she screamed. She had to cup her mouth again so she didn’t wake up everybody in my building.
“Luke Greer was in your house,” she squealed like a schoolgirl. “Oh my God… Did you?!?”
“Nothing happened!” I warned before she got too carried away. “He only wanted to make sure I got home safe.”
“Yeah right,” she said enthusiastically. “He could have made sure you were home safe from the parking lot. No way, Bria, he wanted to make sure your bed was nice and warm.”
I thought about our embrace and decided against telling her.
“No he didn’t Kaitlyn. He was just concerned about my safety and that’s it.”
“Whatever,” she said, barely letting me finish. “You can lie to me but I’m your best friend. I can tell something else was going on. What did he look like, at least?”
“You know what he looks like,” I replied nodding toward the macbook in her lap. “Besides, you’re the one who seems to be so infatuated with everything about him.”
“No, I mean, what did he look like in person. Was he tall?”
I sighed and decided to give her a little bit of what she was after.
“He was tall,” I said. “Well over 6 feet.”
“You said he was out for a run… was he sweaty?” she asked.
“Kaitlyn, I…”
“C’mon! How did he look?” It was more of a demand than a question.
“Good. He looked really good.” I sighed, finally giving in. “He was wearing this skin tight shirt, you know, like the ones made of that neoprene stuff?”
She nodded in anticipation.
“His arms and shoulders were big, but he didn’t look stiff in the way he moved them. A lot of times guys who lift weights will get this stiffness in their upper body that I don’t like, but he didn’t have that.”
“That comes from doing a lot of flexibility exercises,” Kaitlyn giggled. “I bet he stretches a lot too.”
“Yeah, and he had a really nice “V” shape too,” I continued. “His broad shoulders tapered down toward his thin waist perfectly.”
“What about his face? He looks really handsome on tv. Was he like that in real life?”
I thought about it for a second. “Yes,” I said. “In fact, if you hadn’t told me he was a fighter, I never would have guessed it. His face was flawless. I’d expect a guy like him to have broken his nose a few time, or whatever. But he looked really good.”
“Mmm hmmm,” said Kaitlyn, encouraging me to continue.
“His skin was this really nice tan, but real, not the kind you see on those Jersey douche bags. But his eyes, Kaitlyn, OH MY GOD! I swear, I think he could see everything that was going on in my head with those eyes.”
She threw her arms around me and laughed. “You’re so lucky. You have no idea what I would do to have Luke Greer save me and then come to my house. So what time did he leave in the morning?”
“I told you nothing happened,” I laughed. “He came in, we had a little moment, and he took off?”
She gave me a look that said ‘yeah, right.’
“I’m serious. He knew what I’d been through, and I think he just wanted to be a gentleman.”
“Okay, so what now?” she asked.
“Nothing now,” I replied. “That’s it. What do you want me to do, send him a thank you card?”