“What do you think I’m going to do?”
She rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Do I really need to planeverythinghere? Come on, Zach. You’re a football player; you run plays in your head for a living. You should be able to figure out the most important play of your life.”
She's right.
If I don't do something about Honey now, I have no idea when I'm going to see her next. I can't deny there's a tiny part of me worried she'll forget about me. That she'll somehow end up marrying the hockey player just because he's there and available.
I glance across the room at Honey. She's on the dance floor now with Tiff and Ella. Funnily enough, after getting two orgasms in the bathroom, she seems way more relaxed than earlier.
“Two weeks?” I say, still watching Honey.
“Yes. Starting tomorrow.”
She wants to find herself, but when is she going to realize she's not going to be whole without me?
Madison takes a sharp breath to stop herself from squealing. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
I take a long swig of my beer before answering. When I do, I keep my gaze locked on Honey. “I’ve got to be at camp in three weeks.”
Madison flails her hands, grabbing me in the process so she can shake me. “Oh, my goodness, so it's perfect timing.” Her hands are on my arm now, tugging my suit as she looks between her brother, fiancé, and sister-in-law. “This is fate.”
Is it?
I might have to be at camp in three weeks, but I'm a rookie. Camp isn't my only commitment. I have meetings and sponsorship things to deal with. I’ve got to find myself a new apartment—but would I miss them and suffer the consequences for Honey?
Yes, I fucking would.
“I see it in your face.” Madison’s hands fly to her mouth. “You’re actually going to do it, aren’t you?”
I push back from the table, already making my way to Mike. “I need to talk to someone.”
“Oh my God, this is happening!” Madison claps her hands together.
“You tell no one,” I say sternly to Madison.
“Your secret’s safe with me.” She zips her lips shut, locks them, and then tosses the invisible key in Speedy’s—I mean Dash’s—direction.
That makes Dash and Cade laugh out loud. Whatever. I don't care.
I weave through the reception, spotting Mike and Olivia swaying together on the dance floor. He's got both arms wrapped around her, hands resting on her lower back, her belly pressed between them.
“Mike.” I tap him on the shoulder. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He turns, eyebrows raised. “Now?”
“Now.”
He glances at Olivia, who's already stepping back from their embrace, but she doesn't leave. She starts to follow us. When we both look at her expectantly, she shrugs.
“Whatever you can say to my husband, you can say in front of me.” She crosses her arms over her belly. “Especially since I'm pretty sure I already know what this is about.”
“Okay, she can come.” I'll need her for this plan to work anyway.
We move off the dance floor, finding a quiet spot near the bar. Before I can even open my mouth, Mike launches in.
“Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you Honey's been staying with us, but Olivia threatened to cut me off from sex, and with her pregnancy hormones making her horny, it wouldn't end—”
Olivia whacks him in the chest. “Hey. Don't blame my hormones when you can't go a day without getting your dick wet.”
