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I hate that she hasn’t watched me play, but I honestly can’t argue with Tate’s logic. Especially not when we barely scraped by the last round. She didn’t even get to see me score the game-winner in overtime. I may have thrown a bit of a fit when Hannah told me she hadn’t been watching.

Fine.

Are you at the store today?

Yes. Mandy starts today, so I’ll be able to take some time off once she gets the hang of things. Maybe travel somewhere.

Do you have a bucket list?

I had one when I was in college, but I kind of let go of that idea.

Pick a place, I’ll take you.

You don’t need to do that.

I know, but I want to.

Why?

I want to see the world through your eyes.

I want to watch you experience the things you’ve convinced yourself you’ll never have the chance to.

I want memories that have you in them.

Pictures to hold me over while I’m on the road.

Wow, you really are Casanova, aren’t you?

Only for you, Princesa.

Aren’t I special?

Yes.

See you soon.

Looking forward to it.

I stop at the flower shop Monroe goes to all the time and grab a bunch of roses before putting them back. That’s too cliche. She deserves something special. There’s a huge bouquet to the side of what the sign says are daisies. There's also a really soft looking little teddy bear next to it that feels exactly like something Kait would love, so I take both

“You boys are the kind of men women dream of, you know?” Marlene, the lady who owns the place, says as she rings me up.

I smile, pushing against my lip ring a few times. “No, the women in our lives just make it easy.”

She points right at me. “You keep that up, and you’ll be off the market forever.”

“That’s the goal.” I wink before the door shuts behind me.

I’ve never felt “giddy” over a woman. Though it’s becoming clear with this one that I wouldn’t have been able to resist, no matter how hard I tried.

I pull up to Beautiful Pour, hoping she doesn’t see me before I can grab us both coffee.

“Morning, Maria.” I smile as her brows raise in question.

“You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

My mouth falls open. “Maria,” I gasp, slapping a hand over my chest. “Do you know our travel schedule?”