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“Breaking it off isn’t an option. I see her almost every day, and when she’s not with me, I’m texting her or talking to her on the phone.”
“You need to keep your head on straight,” he warns. “Unless she’s the one, you can’t allow her to come between you and your career.”
“I know,” I spit back. “Thank you for the reminder. It’s all about my career, one I don’t even have yet.”
“You won’t have one with that attitude,” he counters, his voice stern. “It will happen. I know it will. You’re better than me, and I went pro right out of college.”
“I’m not better than you.”
“You are,” he challenges. “What’s it going to take for me to make you see that? Don’t throw away everything we’ve worked for over a girl. Got it?”
“Yeah, Dad, I got it.”
“If you need me to come down there and work with you, say the word, and I’ll be there. We can go over to Skate Zone if you want. Get in a little quality time. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Our schedules never line up.”
“I’m home now, but only until tomorrow morning, and then I have to fly to Vegas.” A beat passes between us before he adds, “I’ll be home for Thanksgiving. No matter what. You should bring Bex with you. Your mom really likes her. She said she reminds her of herself.”
I gag. “Oh, God. Please don’t say that.”
He laughs. “You can’t ignore the similarities.”
“I’m not dating Mom,” I yell into the phone. “Stop it. That’s gross.”
Dad chuckles. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Any woman who’s like your mom is a keeper. Trust me. And this Bex sounds like she is, too. Just promise me that nothing will get in the way of your career?”
“I promise. I need to get to bed. We have practice at six o’clock.”
“All right, you better get some sleep.”
“Night, Dad.”
“Night, buddy.”
The line goes dead leaving me with the realization that I am falling in love with Bex.
How did this happen?
ChapterEighteen
BEX
Laying in Preston’s bed, naked and glistening with sweat, I curl up next to him trying to catch my breath.
He kisses my forehead, and my skin burns from his lips. “Come home with me for Thanksgiving.”
His words take me by surprise. I roll onto my back to look at him. “I think that counts as dating.”
“I don’t care,” he huffs. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since we met. Most people would consider that dating. Unless you’ve been hooking up with other guys behind my back,” he says the last part with a cocky smirk.
He damn well knows I haven’t been with anyone but him.
“How am I supposed to explain to my dad that I want to ditch him on Thanksgiving to eat with you?”
“Because you’re going to bring him.”
My eyes widen. “Oh. He would… love that.”
