I nod. He grins and swipes my hair out of my face. “That’s pretty hot.”
I giggle. Ingrid refills my water glass, and I tell her thanks.
“How did work go for you tonight?” I ask.
“Busy but fun, like always,” she says with a smile.
I saw Ingrid filming tons of social media content of the guys during warmup and the game.
“Your husband is currently going viral for confronting that jerkoff fan in the stands after the game,” Ingrid says.
Camden just grins. “Don’t mess with my wife, and we won’t have a problem.”
She shows us her phone screen, and I skim a bunch of comments about Camden.
Look at number 89 going feral defending his wife. HOTTT.
That’s the energy I’d like from my future husband.
Men, take note. This is how we want you to act when some jerk disrespects us.
Wife guy turns into a rabid guard dog when it comes to defending his lady. We love to see it.
Camden Connors choking out a fan for disrespecting his wife is my Roman Empire.
I thought his marriage was a sham, but it seems pretty real from his reaction here.
“Wow,” I say, heartened at how many people support him for doing what he did.
“It seems like the good press from this is drowning out a lot of negative gossip online about your marriage,” Ingrid says softly. “That’s gotta be a good sign.”
She gets pulled into a conversation with Del, and I look at Camden. “I really wish people would quit commenting on our marriage,” I say quietly.
Camden huffs out a breath. “Me too, baby.”
He hugs his arm around me tight.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out. It’s a text from a number I don’t recognize.
Had enough yet?
I frown, confused. I type a response.
Who is this?
The sender replies instantly.
Who do you think?
I roll my eyes. This is probably some scammer.
Whatever, scammer. I’m blocking you now.
But before I can go to block the number, they reply.
Unknown number: Don’t.
Unknown number: Did you really think I was going to let you block my number and just get rid of me, Ellie?
