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After I splurge on a few great pieces, we pop into Ziggy’s shop to pick up a few things to set the mood. Then we head to Harry’s place to commenceOperation: Romance.
“Is he ever gonna take down his Christmas lights?” Meghan looks up at the string lights looped around the front arches of the house.
I shrug and defend my man, smiling to myself. “It’s festive.Why notdrag out the Holiday spirit a little while longer, y’know?”
With Harry still out of the house until after his game, the girls and I lug in our supplies through the side door, looking like clumsy, giggling burglars. I think one of his neighbors was about to call the cops until I waved and introduced myself.
We get straight to work, placing artificial rose petals, fairy lights, and LED candles everywhere.
The girls work on a beautiful trail from the front door all the way through the halls and into Harry’s bedroom. I can hear them giggling the whole time; they are totally getting a kick out of me romancing their youngest brother-in-law.
I make special work of Harry’s gigantic king size bed, shaping the pretty red rose petals into the outline of the Paragons’ team logo. I’m not the most creative, but even I have to admit that I nailed it. When the girls stroll into the room, they all laugh at my design.
“Shit, girl. I’m impressed.” Alana scopes out the design on the bed, nodding in approval.
“He’s going to be on you so fast,” Emma says with an eyebrow quirked.
I grin in complete agreement. “It’s the perfect touch. I’ll just have to make sure he actually sees it before he flings me on the bed to get down to business.”
We dig through the bags we picked up from Ziggy’s shop, finishing things off with a few essential oils and diffusers to get the mood just right. I already know that both Harry and I are partial to ylang ylang so I make sure that the fragrance takes center stage.
“We seriously nailed it.” Emma dishes high-fives around. “This place is now the perfect balance of romantic and sexy as fuck.”
“We should consider a side biz, going into people’s homes and setting them up for sexy times,” Meghan jokes after stepping back and admiring our efforts.
But my business brain kicks in. “You know, you might be onto something. There could totally be a market for that. That’s something I should look into.” I try to laugh, but now that everything’s all ready, the nerves are setting in.
I really want him to like this.
Alana interrupts my nervous thoughts. “Come on, girl. Let’s go cheer on your man,” she demands, looping her arm through mine and leading us back outside.
We head to the Paragons stadium and I insist on passing through the gift shop to grab one final, very special item to make Harry’s night perfect. Afterwards, we meet up with Jasper and Cash. Instead of sitting in the executive suite with my coworkers as usual, I stay in the crowded stands with the girls. Liam is in California on business and I don’t expect any of the other executives to notice my absence in the skybox today.
The close game keeps me on the edge of my seat the entire time. Harry plays one heck of a game, and I couldn’t be more proud of him as I cheer him on.
Unfortunately, we’re seated near a rowdy group of fans of the opposing team. They won’t stop running their big mouths. So naturally, us girls get louder ourselves.
“That guy is not even that good! He just got lucky on that run!” some asshole fan for the other team yells behind me.
The rowdy guy’s friend is shirtless, even though the temps are less than thirty. And yes, his stomach is painted in his team’s colors.Come on—could they be any more cliche?
“Are you kidding me?!” I shout back, twisting to glare at the short, angry man. “Harry Westbrook can run circles around your slow ass safeties any day!”
The girls are egging me on to the point where I’m half-afraid that we’ll get hauled out by security and end up missing the second half of the game. Jasper and Cash have their hands full, trying to keep us out of trouble.
But on a side note, when did I become this woman? Cursing and shouting with loud-mouth strangers to defend my man’s honor? I’m not quite sure. But Harry Westbrook is to blame.
I came here to support my man, and that’s what I’m going to do, dammit. I yell and cheer and scream twice as loud the rest of the game.
The asshole fans behind us continue to talk trash about Harry’s huge carry in the third quarter. They start pouting after that, and by the time we make it to the fourth quarter when it becomes obvious they’ve lost this game fair and square, they’re suddenly real quiet.
As for me, on the other hand, I have no voice left by the end of the game.
I say goodbye to Harry’s brothers, and the girls wish me luck with my plans for Harry tonight. We promise to meet up again soon.
By the time I’m ducking through the energized crowd on the way to the Paragon’s locker room, I’ve got a mess of butterflies in my stomach. It’s like prom night all over again, only this time, I really, really like the guy I’ll be spending my night with.
Which is good, y’know, considering he’s my husband.
