“You think?”
I chuckled.
“We haven’t even talked about living together,” she whispered, not wanting Joshua to overhear, I supposed.
“What’s to talk about?”
Her eyes bulged. “Are you seri—” She stopped when Joshua’s laughter behind me increased.
“He’s a chip off the old block. You’ll get used to it.”
“Josh, if you don’t take your stupid ass back home to your wife, I’m going to embarrass the shit out of you in front of my woman.”
“Stop being so mean,” Destiny chided, tugging my hand.
“No worries, Destiny. He’s behaving nothing short of a Townsend. Ty, let me know of any changes you two come up with and we’ll set up meetings to begin breaking ground.”
I barely glanced Josh’s way as he got in his car and headed back to his house, I presumed.
“You could have given me some type of warning or heads up or—”
“Are you hungry?”
She blinked and her shoulders slumped as she pushed out a breath. “Don’t try to change the—”
“I’m not changing subjects. I just assume this is going to be a longer conversation and the least I can do is feed you while I convince you of the many reasons you’re going to love living here.” I slipped my hand around her waist and guided her back to my car as she ranted on why this wasn’t a good idea, or that we should at least wait. I merely nodded every now and again, letting her have her say. In the end, I knew the end result. I was playing for keeps.
****
Destiny
“You don’t even know my favorite color,” I insisted, as I sat across from the lunch table, staring at Tyler. We were at the Williamsport Stadium. Tyler had practice and had asked me to join him for lunch since I was working from home that day. It’d been two weeks since he’d taken me to view his property and we were still going back and forth over whether or not we were ready to move in together.
“It’s pink,” Ty quickly responded around chewing and swallowing the turkey sandwich on rye bread he was eating. “You don’t like people to know that because you don’t want them to think you’re too girly so you hide it in buying small things like headphones, your phone case, jewelry, or my favorite pink negligee you wore for me the other night.”
“Ty!” I whisper-yelled, glancing around, hoping his teammates that were mingling about hadn’t heard.
“What?” He looked up at me, genuinely confused.
For the life of me, I couldn’t help the internal sigh that went off at the sight of those hazel-green eyes.
“Nothing,” I murmured. “Besides, you bought that negligee for me,” I reminded him, remembering myself when he’d had it delivered three weeks ago while he was on the road. I’d worn it for him while we FaceTimed that same night.
“I knew pink was your favorite color then and I figured the color would look hot as hell against your skin. I was fucking right,” he added, sounding like he’d won the jackpot.
I lowered my head, smirking.
“I’m right, aren’t I? Pink is your favorite color and you have no more reasons as to why we shouldn’t live together once the house is built. Hell, we practically live together now.”
I bit the inside of my lip. He was right. He was either always at my place or I at his, though we stayed at my place more frequently.
“You’re not even halfway through your season. You should be focused on that right now.”
“Trust me, precious, I can concentrate on more than one thing at a time. Especially, if one of those things isyou.”
“That was some smooth shit.”
I turned my head in the direction the voice had come from to see Leonard Riggs standing not too far from our table.
