“We all have a lot more to figure out than we think we do,” I tell her. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, eh?”
“I really have to go,” she says softly.
But I don’t want tois the rest of the sentence she’s not saying.
I can see it in the way her gaze lingers on my body and goes dark. In the way she’s not making a mad dash for the door. “The game will probably go until ten, and then we have some things after…”
“I’m free all night. Text me if you want to come over to my place. Or if you want me to come here. Or if you change your mind and don’t want to see me tonight.”
I hope we hit a point where I’m not holding my breath every time we have this conversation.
But until she tells me to stop going slow, we’ll keep having this conversation.
“I want to see you tonight,” she says.
Relief floods my veins. “All of me, or just this guy?” I ask, pointing to my hard-on.
She smiles. “That’ll depend on how my day goes.”
“Fair enough.”
She kisses me once more, and then she grunts out a frustrated noise. “I’m leaving. Ihave to get to work.”
“Good luck today.”
“With the meeting or the game?”
“Both.”
“Thank you. Nowshh. Or I won’t leave.”
I blow her a kiss.
She’s blushing when she charges out of the bedroom.
Fucking perfect.
I like being in Addie’s life.
And I hope this time it lasts.
22
Addie
The dress might’ve beena mistake.
By the time I reach the top floor of the Fireballs’ headquarters across the street from Duggan Field, no fewer than a dozen people have either asked me what’s wrong or did a double take before realizing it was me.
When I step into the lobby on the C-suite level, Denise spots me and gasps. “Oh, no. No, ma’am. You arenotquitting today.”
“I’m not quitting,” I tell her.
She looks down at my dress. “Are you asking for a raise?”
“I have a ten o’clock with Lila and Tripp.”
There’s another look up and down my outfit. “Do you need backup?”
