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She grants me a huge, genuine smile, then throws her hands in the air. “I told you so. Instead, you wore jeans and his shirt and actually it couldn’t have been more perfect. The tabloids and fans love that shit.” Pulling me into a hug so fierce, I’m surprised she doesn’t squeeze all the air out of my lungs. Candy joins us completing our triangle.
These girls feel like sisters to me; my soul sisters.
Candy says what I am thinking, “I love you girls. Welcome to the circus, Lily.”
I love these girls too.
Over Candy’s shoulder, I smile as I watch Ash’s teammates shake his hand, pat him on the back, congratulating him.
Our eyes lock, my heart filling with unconditional love for this man.
My forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ash – Five Years Later
I swirl the ice cubes around my empty glass, circling them distractedly as the familiar blond at the bar catches my attention.
We played against Florida tonight, but now the team is back at the hotel. I’m all worked up, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and I’m in need of something to take the edge off.
And there is only one woman in the entire universe who can do that.
And she’s here.
“Are you even listening to me?” Troy punches the top of my arm.
“Nope.” I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful woman who has now crossed her legs and is flashing her tempting thighs at me, teasing me, inviting me to look, and I know she’s doing it on purpose.
Because this is the game Lily and I play.
“Excuse me.” I rise to my feet in a rush and push my phone into the pocket of my jeans.
“Fucking typical.” I can almost hear Troy’s eyes roll.
“Leon will be down soon.”
Grinning, Troy looks over at the bar. “You’re a bad man.”
I twirl my wedding ring around my finger. “I am the worst.”
“You really are,” he says, chuckling.
I stroll over to the bar and sit down beside the woman who hasn’t stopped looking at me since I walked in. I lift my chin to signal to the bartender.
“Evening.” I turn in my seat. “Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please,” she smirks, twisting the stem of her empty glass between her fingers.
“A Cosmo for the lady.” I order for her, knowing fine well that’s her favorite.
Lifting her eyebrows, she seems surprised. “You know your cocktails.”
“I might know a woman who likes them.”
“A woman?” She drops her gaze to my wedding band, and I check to see if she’s wearing the one that matches mine. She’s taken it off, although there is a slight indent; evidence that she wears one. “Does that woman know you’re buying a drink for another woman in a hotel bar in Florida?”
“I don’t have a woman in my life,” I lie.
