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“We’re matching. The jerseys. Erikson.”
Looking down, I get it. “Oh right! I didn’t— Never mind. Funny.”
I give him a parting wave, but he catches my hand. “Hey, what’s your name?”
Uh-oh. I shake my head, not wanting to be rude but seriously not interested.
Only before I can extract my hand, I’ve got six-foot-something of vibrating intensity doing it for me.
Axel.
His arm slips around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. And when I turn to look up at him, maybe congratulate him on his game, his mouth comes down on mine in an unmistakable claim.
With tongue.
In the middle of the bar.
I’d like to say I didn’t give in, that I had more restraint, but no.
Axel’s kiss is like a drug, skewing my better judgment and leaving me wanting more and more and more.
We don’t come up for air until the rowdy cheers and catcalls from our table penetrate our bubble. Axel’s forehead presses to mine, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the bar.
“Good game,” I pant, my hands smoothing over his lapels.
His hands bunch at the sides of my Erikson jersey. “Liked you being there. Have fun?”
“So much.”
“Think that guy’s gone?”
“What guy?”
His smile makes my heart do crazy things. “The one turning me into a jealous fuck and wanting to carry you out of here right now so I can spend the rest of the night proving to you I’m theonlyguy for you.”
My body is instantly on board. I pull him closer. “Mmm. You’re the only guy I see, but if you’ve got something to prove… I’m all for helping out.”
* * *
Axel
Okay,so maybe I’m the jealous type. It’s not exactly news. Except it’s never been like this.
In the two weeks since I found that fucker chatting my girl up after our game, it’s like I’m constantly being confronted by some asshole intent on taking her from me. And, surprise! I don’t like it.
Lucky for me, Nora doesn’t get bothered by my possessive caveman bullshit. She doesn’t exploit it, either. Heck, most of the time, she doesn’t even seem to notice what’s happening.
Like the wine guy at the gourmet market who was blatantly checking her out while I stood three feet off…with our baby. Shit. My baby.Thebaby that could very well be hers for all he knew.
I was half tempted to leave a Yelp review.
And when I took them to lunch at the Mediterranean place? The hostess who seated us actually leaned in andsmelled her hair. Touched it and smelled it and told her how much she loved it while searching out eye contact not on offer because Nora only had eyes for the menu and later, me.
Ha. Bite it, hostess girl. She’s mine.
Truth, it doesn’t matter if we’re taking Otto for a check-up with the pediatrician, to the Shedd Aquarium, or for a walk around the block because it happens to be an unseasonably nice day out. There’s always someone giving her a smile that says they want to take her from me. And it’s driving me nuts because I don’t get to keep her very long as it is.
And that is something I’m working overtime to ignore.
