I take a long sip of my drink.
“What about you?” he says. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at camp, Rookie? This isn’t college football anymore. You’ve got to prove you’re worth that first-round-pick position.”
“Don’t need to be there for two weeks. That’s when it all starts.”
He hums in disbelief. “So you're so that organized you thought you'd take a cruise by yourself right before the most important year of your life? Please tell me I'm wrong?”
“You are. I'm here with my soon-to-be wife.”
Drew's eyebrows shoot up. “Soon-to-be wife? So you’re engaged?”
“Not just yet.”
“Oh, shit. Are you proposing on the ship?”
I’ve proposed everywhere else. I might as well add it to the list, but I shake my head.
“No. It's—complicated.”
The words hang in the air between us, and Drew studies me for a moment before his lips quirk into a knowing smile.
“Oh, trust me, Iknowcomplicated.”
Before I can ask him what he means, a hand lands on Drew's shoulder. “Table should be ready in about ten minutes, babe.”
A stunning blonde smiles at him before she kisses him on the cheek. Since it’s not enough for him, he reaches up, cups her cheek, and kisses her. Okay, I get why he doesn’t want her running. She’s beautiful. Not my type, but then again, I don’t think I have a type anymore.
I think I have Honey.
When he breaks away, he keeps his arm around her waist.
“Bella, I’d like to introduce you to Zach Evans.”
She snorts. “Do you really think this man needs an introduction?” She holds out her hand, and I take it to shake. “My father might not be your biggest fan, Drew, but all he talks about is his team at Thanksgiving. I know more about Zach than I’d like to admit on a first meeting.”
Drew hums in what’s clearly annoyance as he holds onto his girlfriend a little tighter.
“It’s good to meet you,” I say. “And don’t worry. I feel like I know you too, given the number of times I’ve looked at the photo of you in London while Coach yelled at me.”
That low hum from Drew turns into a louder growl.
“He still has the photo up?” she asks, surprised.
“And the one of your sister at her ballet recital.”
“Well, that's cute. I haven't been in his office in a long time. Not since everything—” she waves her hand between her and Drew.
“What happened?”
Bella's eyebrows shoot up. “You don't know?”
I shake my head.
“Nothing important,” Drew cuts her off.
She laughs. “Oh, yeah. Sure. So unimportant, my dad convinced the college to change the uniform color to get rid of the bad vibes we apparently left behind.”
“It’s not relevant anymore. We're here, and together. That's what matters.”
