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When I get back to my office, Aaron is waiting for me. I startle at the sight of him, my face flushing red when I remember what I’ve just done and that I haven’t been to the bathroom to clean up.Can he tell?
He smiles apologetically and waves a piece of paper in front of me.
“Sorry, you look like you rushed to be here for this. I was just inviting you to a dinner we’re hosting at my place this Friday. These are the details.”
“We?” I ask with a smirk.
“Okay, Lola. I’m just there for support.”
I laugh out loud, probably louder than necessary because I’m a tiny bit uncomfortable with the current situation. “That’s what I thought,” I say, as I subtly pull at the end of my dress to make sure it’s sitting properly.Why didn’t I check that before? “Tell Lola I’d love to come but I’ll have to play it by ear. I’m already asking a lot of my family, so it might be hard to find a sitter.”
Aaron’s smile doesn’t waver. “Bring her with you. My two will easily keep her company.”
My brows furrow as I consider it for a second. Katie’s not shy, but she’s never met Aaron’s kids. Wanting to keep an eye on her will definitely distract me, but at the same time, it can’t hurt to get out more. “Let me think about it. Can I let you know in the morning?” I smile as Aaron walks over and pats me on the shoulder.
“Take all the time you need. I’ll count you as coming, but if you can’t, it’s no big deal. We can rain check.”
A throat clears loudly behind us, and we jump apart for no reason except that it came out of nowhere. Aaron’s subtle eye roll at whoever’s behind me draws my attention to Wes. The last person I’d expect.
He’s standing in the doorway, casually leaning his shoulder against the frame with his arms folded across his chest. He raises an eyebrow when he catches my gaze and pushes off the woodwork, walking toward us.
“You done? I need Lucy.”
Aaron frowns. “Actually, can you wait a moment—”
“Nope, things to do.”
Wes turns to leave and I mentally curse him. When did he become such an asshole? I hate that we legitimately have things to discuss, and it needs to be before training camp starts this week. “Wes, wait!” I call out before turning to Aaron. “Was that all, or do you need me to come and see you when I’m done?”
“That was all,” he says with a smile before walking away, making room for Wes to enter and get himself comfortable in my chair—just like I did his—with a cocky smile in place. That’s new, and it’s hot as hell. I’m not sure how I feel about it. He’s the air of confidence, and for a brief second, when he crosses his ankles in front of him, I get a glimpse of the easygoing Wes I once knew, causing my heart to flutter.
“Okay, hit me with it,” he says, pulling me from my reminiscence. “Who should I be worried about?”
Chapter Seventeen
Lucy
Wesissomewhatcivilover the next few days…
“Get the fuck out!”
…At least he is with me.
It’s day two of our training camp, and lying on my table is one of our key wide receivers, injured after what I’m told was a stupid mistake. And Wes just found out.
“Seriously, everyone get the fuck out. I need to talk to Lucy and Silvers alone.”
Trey Silvers, the player in front of me, grimaces at Wes’s tone, and I don’t blame him. Wes is a big guy so can be intimidatingwithoutthe booming voice. That’s an added bonus. Right now, he’s taking up a large percentage of the doorway, and his posture alone demands attention. And he definitely has it. From me anyway. I have to fight to take my eyes off him, until I noticehisattention is on Trey and I’m free to drink him in. He’s every bit a football coach in his tight team-issued tee and black sport shorts. His toned legs would usually catch my eyes, but it’s the ball cap that gets me. It’s pulled low on his face, casting a slight shadow over his features, and the tips of his dark hair curl out of the sides, like it’s a haphazard mess underneath. I never knew I found that sexy until this very moment, and suddenly I want to rip off the cap and run my hands through it, gripping it in my fists, just like he did with mine.Dammit. I blink a few times to rid myself ofthatvisual, and swallow a lump in my throat, just as Wes’s focus shifts to me.
“Tell me this is an easy fix, Luce,” he asks, calmer than I expected.
I smile and thank my lucky stars that I can give him the answer he wants. “It’s a mild…”
I pause when I catch Wes glare at the word mild, letting him sweat a little.
“Verymild sprain. He’ll be good in a week tops.”
“A week!” he yells before taking a deep breath and repeating himself at a reasonable decibel. “A week…okay. Is that the best we can do?”
