I don’t deign to respond. I spin back around and then continue to prattle on about every meaningless thing I can think of. I’m halfway through the long list of my least favorite German foods when Hallie picks the phone back up.

“You’re still on the line?” She sounds surprised. “I figured you would have hung up ages ago.”

“That was an option?” Truth is, I would have done exactly that if not for the sarcastic German standing behind me. Which is probably why Hallie replies with a hint of suspicion.

“It’s more like your trademark, Saylor.”

I prove her right by hanging up. At least I mutter a goodbye first.

“Sure hope I didn’t knock you up,” Beck comments in a conversational tone as I slip the phone into the pocket of my shorts.

“Excuse me?” I whirl back around, injecting every bit of ire I can into the two words. I misheard him, right? Surely, he’s not that much of a….

“You clearly would have no idea what to do with a child.”

Nope, he is that much of an ass.

“You hardly seem the paternal type yourself,” I retort. To my horror, Beck talking about us procreating has me imagining the accompanying action involved in populating the planet with little soccer stars, and that’s got me feeling flushed. Damn him and his massive dick.

“Never said I was,” Beck drawls, giving me a lazy smirk. I make certain he sees my eye roll before I spin back around to order my iced coffee. Except they don’t sell iced coffee in Europe, according to the barista.

It takes several minutes to haggle a latte and a cup of ice. Those minutes feel more like an hour thanks to the overly amused, self-assured athlete standing right behind me. Mores such as personal space or manners seem to be foreign concepts to Beck. The former faux pas would be a lot easier to enforce if my own body didn’t enjoy the proximity quite so much.

I finally step to the side and allow him to order to his own drink, fiddling with the display of granola bars next to the register. There’s the same pulsing sensation resonating inside me I experience when I haven’t exercised; like a caged animal. Except, I already went for a run this morning.