“We shall.”
They walked off the field and the Storm office and arena staff grabbed the chairs and partition. In no time, the field was ready for gameplay again, and not a moment too soon. The players were returning from the locker room. They passed by them as they walked to the VIP section.
Bastian’s lips turned down into a frown after his gaze passed between Grant and Em. He slowed down and opened his mouth like he was going to say something but shook his head and kept walking.
A couple other guys, including Silas, gave him wide-eyed looks as they passed.
When Finn got close, his brows lowered, but he didn’t look angry. Confused, maybe?
It didn’t matter. Not now.
All that mattered was him and Em and the next hour they got to spend together. It might be the only chance he got to convince Em to date him.
Grant planned to make the most of this opportunity.
Emmeline
Em triedto ignore the look Finn gave her as they passed each other on the field.
He knew her no-dating-players rule better than anyone else.
When Travis destroyed her trust in men in high school, Finn had quickly become the only guy she trusted. Not only had he beat the crap out of Travis, earning him a week-long suspension, his reputation had protected Em the rest of her high school days.
When Mark had done something similar in college, Finn hadn’t been around to teach him a lesson, which was good since there would have been legal repercussions since he wasn’t a juvenile anymore, but he’d been there to listen to her as she vowed off men forever.
He was the only family she had, and he always looked out for her. Always.
So she knew he had to be confused about her walking off the field with Grant. She’d make sure to explain everything after the game. It was a silly thing to help Miriam. Grant wasn’t like Travis or Mark. He wasn’t even like Damien, who Finn used to play with on the Storm.
But she’d deal with that later. For now, she was going to enjoy the next hour pretending the VIP section of the arena was a special date.
When Grant and Em arrived at the high-top table decorated for their date, a waitress in a long, black dress approached them with a large glass bottle. She bowed at the waist. “Good evening. Can I start you off with some sparkling grape juice?”
Oh, yeah. This is going to be cheesy.
At least Grant didn’t check out the other woman’s cleavage when she bent over.
Miriam had told her that they weren’t serving alcohol as part of the date, but surely she could buy some on her own dime since the arena had a bar? She looked up at the waitress. “Can I get champagne instead?”
The waitress’ facade faltered. “It’s not included in the date. And I think we only have white wine.”
“That’s totally fine.”
The waitress turned to Grant. “And you, sir?”
“I’ll have a beer.”
“Of course.” She looked down at the untouched bottle in her hands. “I wonder what I should do with this.”
Em pointed to the box seats where Miriam and Frida still sat. “I’m sure those two ladies would love to drink it. The blonde is the lady who set upTheDating Gamein the first place.”
The waitress smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’ll be back with your drinks in a minute.”
Once she was gone, Em looked over at Grant. For the first time since the big reveal, she got to get a good look at him. His blond hair was combed back from his face giving her a better view of his blue eyes. He wore a gray suit that hugged his muscular frame—and covered his tattoos.
“You look really nice tonight,” she said, barely resisting the urge to tell him to take off the coat jacket and push his sleeves up.
What is wrong with you?
