CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
CALLAN
“Mate, did you check your phone?” Baird was in my face as soon as I got out of the shower room. Today had been a long, arduous training session before our big away game tomorrow.
“Why?”
“Got a text from Beth’s dad.”
“Braden?” I hurried to my jacket, fumbling for my phone. Beth was going over there today to talk to her parents about everything. Sure enough, I had several new texts.
One from Beth.
Talked to my parents. They were amazing. Will tell you all about it. Dad mentioned he might push forward your meeting if you can make it. xx
And another one.
Oh, and we need to talk about whatever’s up your jumper lately, because I just told my parents I’m in love with you, which believe it or not is a big deal.
My stomach knotted at the last. I thought I’d done a good job of pretending I wasn’t shitting myself about our relationship and how deep in it I was. Obviously, I was wrong.
I texted her back first.
Glad it went well. We’ll talk at home. I love you.
It was true. No point denying it. I just needed to get over my own bullshit.
I swiped to the next text from a number that wasn’t saved on my phone.
Callan, this is Braden, Beth’s dad. Let’s meet at my office on Monday. You free at noon?
Looking up, I found Baird staring impatiently at me.
“Well?”
“He wants to meet Monday.”
“Aye. We on?”
I nodded and texted Braden back.
We’ll be there at noon on Monday. Thanks. See you then.
Two texts came in at the same time.
Braden:
See you then.
Beth:
So what was up your jumper?
I smirked, hands flying over the screen.
Hopefully your hands, very soon.
My phone binged as I was getting ready to leave the locker room.
