Paisley leaves me and loops her arm through Emmitt’s. “Ready to go, love?” she asks.
Emmitt reaches out and squeezes Milo’s shoulder. “I hope to see you soon,Coach.”
Milo rocks back on his heels, hands in the pockets of his gray slacks. “Good to see you, Marshall.”
This is a world I don’t know Milo in, but even a stranger could see how adored he is by his past teammates and their wives—like they were more like family than friends.
He strides toward me. “What’d Paisley have to say?”
I smirk. “Said you are terrible at dating—that she’d bet you can’t even flirt.”
Milo’s lips turn up in a small smile. “Oh really?”
I nod. “Really.”
His gaze drops to my mouth for half a second before lifting back to my eyes. “Well, I don’t make bets with just anyone.”
My stomach flips. “No?”
“Just you.”
42
SADIE
Back at the hotel,my hair is wet and soaking through my tank top, but I stop drying it when I hear my phone buzzing uncontrollably on the nightstand. I pick it up and swipe my passcode.
Emma
Hey, Sadie. I’m not worried, but Mom and Dad are asking if I’ve heard from you.
Sophie
Of course they are.
Emma
It’s okay to be concerned, Soph.
Sophie
This is Sadie we’re talking about.
Emma
Sophie
The golden child.
Emma
Sophie
The one who does no wrong.
Emma
Sophie
