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FREYA
I’m busy tapping out a message to Summer as I walk into the guest room after Cole left for the game. I’m not paying attention to my surroundings, so when I put my cell to sleep and look up, I’m shocked to find something waiting for me on the bed.
I stare at the fabric laid out before me with wide eyes.
It’s…it’s Cole’s jersey.
And it’s not like the one I was looking at in the team store. This is his real jersey.
My legs move on instinct and I find myself standing before it, my trembling hand reaching out so I can run my fingers over the fabric.
Does he…does he want me to wear this?
Nerves rattle through me.
If I turn up wearing this, then…then people will assume…
My heart rate increases as I stand there questioning what to do.
But there isn’t really an option.
If Cole put it there for me to wear, then…
Thirty minutes later, and I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for a message from Casey to say she’s here.
The weight of Cole’s jersey presses down on my shoulders, literally, and my heart continues to pound steadily, my nerves over stepping out of the apartment dressed like this running rampant.
The second Casey sees it she’s going to have something to say. I should have warned her. Sent her a picture of my new top.
I jump a mile when my cell buzzes in my hand, but it’s not the person I was expecting.
Parker: We’re outside, get that hot ass moving.
I frown at my screen. Shouldn’t she be at work?
I take a calming breath, throw my purse over my shoulder, and then walk out of the apartment.
“Good evening, Freya,” Melvin says as I exit the elevator. “Ah, I see you’re going to support our guy. He’s doing so well this season,” he says, his eyes going all soft like a proud dad’s would.
“He’s incredible,” I say before the honking starts. “Oh god,” I groan.
Melvin chuckles as he walks toward the doors so he can open them for me. “Your chariot awaits, Miss Price.”
“Thank you,” I say over my shoulder, as I approach the car. As predicted, both of them have wide eyes and even bigger grins at my outfit.
“Look at you rocking Cole Hansley’s jersey,” Casey teases, proudly wearing her own man’s name and number in the driver's seat.
“He left it for me,” I confess. “Do you think it means anything?”
They both share a look and a smirk.
“Oh yeah, Freya. It totally means something.”
“Where the hell are we going?”I ask as Casey drives Parker and me in the wrong direction.
“Just wait and see.”
