“Okay, so, for the record, I’m the coach’s daughter,” I remind her. “I would’ve been coming to the playoff games regardless.”
“Yeah, but this means you get a WAG jacket!” She covers her mouth with her hands in an attempt to conceal her outburst a second too late.
I deadpan, but I don’t say anything about the godforsaken jackets because, for some unknown reason, Millie and all the girls are really excited about them. And I guess I can’t blame them; this is the first time in years that the New York Thunder have advanced to the post-season. WAG jackets are a big deal for the women behind the players.
“I need to make it through my mother’s wedding first.”
“You’re definitely going?”
I nod, grimacing at the thought. “I fly down on Friday and come back Sunday.”
Millie waggles her eyebrows. “Is Happy your plus-one?”
Rolling my eyes, I shove her playfully. “No. God, we only became official yesterday. We’re not quiteplus-oneofficial.”
“He would look so good in a tux, though…” Millie muses.
I shove her again, swiping another cupcake. “I need to get back to work. I have so many releases to review.”
“Okay, Mrs. Slater,” Millie mutters.
I flip her the bird and turn, heading out of the break room, unable to hide my grin at the mention of Happy’s last name. I shake my head at my own ridiculousness.Calm down, Hannah.
CHAPTER 33
HAPPY
After my PT session with our lead trainer, Jace, I limp into the kitchen for some lunch before we’re due in the auditorium for our team meeting.
Pulling my phone from the pocket of my shorts, I grin at the sight of the notification on my screen because I know exactly who it is; we’ve been texting non-stop all morning. Do I feel pathetic for the way my heart lurches in my chest every time she texts me? Sure. Do I care? Not in the fucking slightest. I’m a goner for the first time in my life; let me live, dammit.
When I open the new message, I’m met with a photo of what appears to Hannah in a dressing room somewhere, her back to the mirror, her face turned slightly over her shoulder, wearing a long, slinky red dress that dips all the way down to the top of her ass, the two dimples there on full display, making my cock immediately stir.
Baby Draper: What do you think?
Me: What is that?
Baby Draper: A dress.
Me: What for? Because unless it’s going to end up on the floor of my bedroom, I fucking hate it.
Baby Draper: It’s for my mom’s wedding. She hates red. And I just know it’ll make her lose her shit. Yes, I am officially that petty. Don’t ever piss me off.
Me: I don’t like the thought of you wearing that dress when I’m not around.
Baby Draper: Well, good thing you’re not the boss of me, so bite me.
Me: In that dress I’ll do more than fucking bite you, baby.
“Hey, Romeo,” a deep voice says over my shoulder.
I startle, almost dropping my phone, turning to find Robbie right there, smirking at me with a knowing look in his eyes. He chuckles, moving to the big glass door refrigerator and pulling out one of the ready-made meals stocked inside.
“Romeo?”
“You and Hannah,” he says, coming up beside me to prepare his food on the stainless countertop. “It’s giving… Romeo and Juliet.” He waves a hand dramatically.
“Oh my God,” I scold. “You know they die in the end, right?”
