I want Holt for as long as we make each other happy.
And I’m planning on that being forever.
33
Holt
The best partof the team knowing my and Ziggy’s secret is that they’ve been going above and beyond to support us.
Random baby presents show up on my doorstep.
Someone—probably Fletcher—had a potato feast delivered to the main office for all of the headquarters staff one day, which resulted in leftovers at my house for three days.
Tatum flat-out asked Roland if the team could throw Ziggy a baby shower.
Since we’re all the baby’s uncles and all.
Miranda’s been working overtime getting me visible community service opportunities and more interviews, and the guys on the team are taking turns driving me everywhere since I’m still in the damn boot.
But that can’t beat what I find when Silas drops me off from a rugby clinic for kids that we volunteered at a week after the team found out.
It’s Ziggy.
On the couch.
Eating fried mozzarella sticks.
In a silver Pounders jersey.
Watching the championship match from a year ago. The one that we took that made us league champions.
I pause in the doorway, and that’s when I realize she’s not the only one in a jersey.
Jessica’s wearing my name and number on her back.
Wait.
Wait.
“Turn around,” I say to Ziggy.
She grins at me, then shifts so I can verify that it is, in fact,myname and number on her back.
My dick twitches. “Somebody’s been in my closet.”
“It looked comfortable. Come sit. I need you to explain the rules to me. Right now, all I know is that you look seriously hot when you tackle someone, and I might’ve played a clip of you spraying water on your face about thirty-four times. And then grabbed my vibrator.”
I am no longer twitching.
I am now full-mast.
“While you were wearing my jersey?” Fuck. My voice is hoarse.
“Yes.” She shifts again, parting her legs slightly, and fuck me sideways.
Allshe’s wearing is my jersey.
I thought maybe she was in short shorts, but nope.
