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“But it’s something you don’t do. The new Kassidy—”
“Likes football.”
“And needs to watch the movie first. Then, if you want, football.”
Well, that was something, at last. “When do you leave for the game?”
“Tomorrow at five.”
She took another sip. “It’s gonna be a tough one.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not pulling for me.” He leaned forward and turned the TV on, settling down with his arm around her shoulders. His Old Spice cologne teased her senses. She’d never be able to smell it again without thinking about him, and that was okay with her.
“I’m always betting on you.”
It was true. Sad, but true.
“You and your brother make another wager?” he asked cautiously.
She laughed, not answering.
Groaning playfully, he started the movie. “Please tell me no singing telegrams were staked on the bet. That’s too much pressure on me. I can’t handle it.”
“Hey!” She whacked him on the stomach. His abs hurt her knuckles. “You said you liked my singing.”
He smirked. “I did, but mostly I liked that it brought you to my house. Does that count?”
“No.”
Closing the distance between them, he cupped her cheek and grinned. “You’re welcome to sing around me anytime, Kass. I’m thrilled Brett bought me that singing telegram, and you lost a bet, even if you bet against my team and got pissed at me for healing too fast.” His blue eyes sparkled. “I’m happy you knocked on my door and broke my vase. I got so much more that day. I got a friend.”
Something stabbed her in the chest, something she refused to examine closely. “So did I.”
“Kass.”
She licked her lips. “Yeah?”
“I…”
Music played on the TV, telling them the movie was starting, but neither of them broke eye contact. Who needed fiction when you had Wyatt Hamilton on your couch?
He swallowed hard, still staring at her like he was about to either break her heart or change her life. Maybe both. “When this is over, when we’ve moved on, I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” she said, her throat thick.
“I might. Chances are you’re going to meet a guy who can give you everything you want. Everything you deserve. When you do, I won’t stand in your way.” He ran his thumb over her chin with what could only be described as wonder in his eyes. “But this man might stand in mine. He might not want you to hang out with a guy you used to have sex with.”
There was that phantom pain in her chest again. “Are you…” She cleared her throat, trying to break through the thickness choking her. “Are you saying you’re done? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? If so, that’s fine. We—”
“What? No.”
Relief hit her hard and fast.
“Wait. Are you done?”
She shook her head so fast she got whiplash. “No.”
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