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“I’m game, Whit, but we do a little something at home, too, for Nora.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll stay with me tonight.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Yes, you are, but we’re not fucking unless we both decide that’s what we want. And by not fucking, I mean anyone else either.”
Oh. My. God.
14
Friday
Ihold Whit’s hand as we step off the High Roller and walk down the ramp toward our friends. None of them seem at all shocked at the fact that our hands are linked up. It’s kind of mind-blowing to me, and it serves as a warning. This might be a marriage of convenience in Whit’s eyes, but to me, it’s the beginning of forever. I will never again be so focused on the game that I lose sight of what’s really important, and that’s Whit, Nora, and my family in Walton.
I glance down at Whit walking beside me. Her face is tinged pink, and she’s fighting a smile as she rolls her stunning gold-flecked brown eyes. “You have always been so damn good to look at.”
She elbows me. “This arrangement doesn’t have to be mucked up with bullcrap.”
“You and I both know nothing about this is?—”
“Well, it’s about damn time.” Chloe claps her hands and bounces on her heels.
I see York with her phone up, either taking a picture or a video, and, yes, I’m gonna need her to share that with me.
“It sure is,” I agree.
Danny and Marks walk over and give us each a half hug because I’m not letting go of her hand to allow more.
York and Chloe are next, both yawning as they step back. Then, as yawns do, they spread to Whit and me.
“Car will be here in two minutes to take us back to the hotel,” Marks calls us to follow with a wave.
“Everyone tired?” Whit asks as we drive back to the hotel.
All of them answer yes. I simply nod because I should be fucking exhausted, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sleep.
At one point, Marks, Danny, and I tossed around reasons—aside from the fact that Whit is a smokeshow—that Kal was obviously obsessed with her. We knew he was hiding something. We easily dismissed the fact that he could still be trying to get back at me for taking his spot on the team all those years ago or because of his father praising me and not him. Danny was the one who mentioned the possibility that Kal knew I wasn’t Nora’s father and maybe he knew who was. The mess at the women’s center happened, and Marks is convinced—as am I—that the Sewards are paying off the board or have something over them to have pulled that shit with Whit, who truly gives a shit about those women and volunteered her time because she gave a fuck.
I now know York is doing what she can to gather information, and Marks is also doing some digging too. He thinks the Sewards are running some illegal shit through the shelter; he just doesn’t know what. The fact that they’re doing this for us blows me away, but I also want to be sure all of us are on the same page and that the endgame is to make sure Nora’s with Whit and I, the people Nelly wanted to raise her if she couldn’t.
Stepping out of the SUV, I still have her hand in mine, and she’s yet to ask for it back.
Walking into the hotel, we run into Lou, Frankie, Turner, and a few other guys from the team, and they’re not going to let me just skate by—the assholes.
“Guys, this is my, uh, Whitley and our friends Danny, Marks, York, and Chloe.”
“Told you she was taken.” Lou hits Frankie in the chest.
I glare at Frankie, and he holds his hands up. “How would we know that one of the stunning women in the bleachers, wearing the high school swag, was yours, man?”
“It’s okay. He didn’t know he was mine until he came home either.” Whit says sweetly.
They all laugh.
“We knew. We totally knew the whole time.” Chloe stops and holds her hand to her stomach. “I don’t feel very good.”
