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Ginny wasn’t wrong. I needed to get back. Rolling out of bed, I turned on the light and caught Ginny watching me get dressed. “Like what you see?”
“I always have.” She arched her brow, and it took everything in me not to bend her over the bed and take her again. “Out, mister,” she said as I looked at her. They grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself, and pushed me to the door. Leaning down, I kissed her. “Thank you for surprising me.”
“You’re welcome. Sorry for that.” I winked as I ran my thumb over the spot that was darkening on her neck. Watching her brain register what I had done would be burned forever in my mind.
“Garrison Everett Boone, you better not have given me a hickey,” she said through gritted teeth. Slapping her on the ass, I grabbed the door handle.
“You bet I did. Gotta mark what’s mine.” I couldn’t help but grin as I walked out the door.
“Asshole.” I heard as the door closed behind me.
I took the stairs back to the floor I was on, just in case I met someone on the elevator. My heart raced as I opened the door to my shared room and climbed back into my bed. “How was your wife?” I heard from the bed next to me. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. How did he hear me come back in?
“She was good,” I said as I closed my eyes and prayed nobody else knew.
“Don’t worry, we’ve all done it, but I will expect silence from you when I go out later on the trip.” Phil was a good guy, and I was happy Ginny and Sarah were getting to know one another.
“Scouts honor. Your secret is safe with me,” I said as I rolled over, wishing it was Ginny I was holding instead of this damn pillow.
CHAPTER26
GINNY
Looking in the mirror,I did the best I could to cover the mark Boone left on me last night. It was red and purple and maybe blue. The fluorescent light made it look even worse than it was. Maybe it was just that bad. Thinking back, I tried to remember the last time Boone had left a mark on me and I couldn’t remember. There were times when he would come home from school and do it, but it had been years and years since I’d had a hickey. Running my finger across it, I rolled my eyes. “God, Boone, you’re a child,” I said to myself, hoping he could hear me somehow.
Grabbing my jacket, I slid it on and tried to keep the collar up so nobody could see it. We weren’t teenagers anymore. Having a hickey wasn’t a badge of honour like it was in high school. I could have throttled him last night. Taking the elevator to breakfast with the other families, I might as well worn a scarlet letter on my jacket. There was no way I was getting through this day without someone noticing.
Walking into the restaurant, I adjusted my jacket. Spying Sarah, I walked over to the table she was at. “Good morning. I wondered if you had slept in?” She asked with a sly grin on her face. Sarah pulled out the chair beside her and I smiled.
“I was just puttering around packing up. Nothing too exciting.” Turning to say good morning to Milly, I heard a gasp from across the table. Looking over at one of the other wives I knew she saw.
She leaned over her plate toward me. “It was Boone’s night to sneak out, I see.” Her grin was quickly becoming a full-fledged smile.
“They take turns?” I asked, looking from her to Sarah.
“Yes, they do, and they cover for one another. Did he tell you he was coming, or did he surprise you?” Sarah asked, before taking a sip of her coffee. Every WAG at the table turned and waited for my story. “It’s the highlight of our morning finding out who it was. These road trips are long for them and us. Everyone from the top to the bottom knows they sneak out, but the general thought is, it’s better than sneaking some random woman in.” It made sense. They were gone for weeks at a time occasionally, and being away could lead to problems that nobody really wanted to think about.
Grabbing my coffee, I took a sip and looked over the rim. “Surprised,” I said, as I tried to hide my smile. “Knowing it was a thing that happens would have made my stress level a lot lower.” I looked over at Sarah.
Her musical laughter filled the restaurant. “Yes, but it takes the danger and excitement of getting caught out of it when you know.” She leaned over and bumped my shoulder with hers, and I had to nod in agreement.
“They guys have a rotation but we don’t know, so it’s a surprise to us most of the time when it’s our night. A lot of the guys do the surprise route, which is why we put them on our reservation as approved guests,” Milly said, smiling at me. “We know we should have told you, but this organization isn’t like others and we like the new girls to figure that out on their own. Coaches and front office ignore it happening as long as the guys are back in their rooms before morning.”
The table went silent as servers brought out food and refilled coffees. “We will take you to the mall and get you a color correcting pallet. I think you’re going to need it,” Sarah said as she stirred her fruit cup. Pockets of chatter broke out around the tables, and I couldn’t help but feel welcomed to the group now.
Heads turned as guys in suits walked into the restaurant. It was suddenly very obvious who was with the team and who wasn’t. Tables of women fixed their hair, sat up a little straighter and pushed plates away. The guys, on the other hand, seemed to be oblivious to the girls, and locked eyes on their significant others. Boone found me and ran his hand across the back of my neck before he bent down. “Good morning.” He whispered in my ear. “How’s the battle scar?” I elbowed him in the stomach, which only made him laugh. “I will see you after the game.” He kissed my cheek and went to sit with his teammates.
“Interesting.” One of the other girlfriends said from across the table.
“What’s interesting Jamie?” I asked.
“Boone wears a wedding ring, but you don’t.” I looked down at my hand. There wasn’t even a hint of where a band used to sit.
“I don’t wear it to work and I just forget to put it on most of the time.” I shrugged. She arched her brow, and I don’t think I convinced with my story. Glancing over at Boone, I caught his eye and his jovial look changed to concerned. With the tilt of his head, I knew he was asking me what was wrong. I shook my head, so slightly that if you weren’t watching me, you never would have noticed. Boone and I had silently communicated like this when we were younger. Sometimes it seemed we could have an entire conversation without even opening our mouths. The looks between us were all that was needed. Turning my attention back to our table and breakfast but I could still feel Boone’s eyes staring a hole in me.
“Come with me.” Three words gruffly said in my ear as he pulled my chair back from the table. I didn’t argue, and I didn’t remain sitting, refusing to follow him. His strong hand engulfed mine and pulled me out of the restaurant and into the quiet conference room across the hall. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s silly Boone. Nothing for you to worry about. I was just caught off guard by a question and flustered by your good morning.” I watched his eyes narrow and there wasn’t one part of him that believed what I was saying.
