Fiona blushes.
Gabe is dead. Skip taking off that golden arm of his. I’m going to kill him for flirting with my woman.
“Mine too. Ever since you caught that interception and ran it back for the game-winning touchdown during your rookie year, I’ve been a fan.”
Gabe takes a step forward.
Fiona takes a step back.
There, at least she isn’t fangirling that hard. Yeah right. She looks like she wants to swoon into his arms.
“Wow.” Gabe’s smile gets so large he looks like an alligator sizing up his next meal. “Not many people have been following my career that long.”
“Fiona works at a bakery. She makes the most amazing cookies, Uncle Gabe.” Hope’s sweet smile isn’t fooling anyone. “You have to visit sometime and try them out.”
“Cookies! We brought cookies, but I left them in the stroller. Excuse me.” Fiona moves to walk off.
“I’ll come with you and help you carry them.” Gabe offers, like Fiona needs help carrying a plate of cookies.
Why didn’t I offer first?
Aunt Bonnie wouldn’t be that upset if I put my fist through his face, would she?
Hope’s smile gets even wider as they walk away.
That little girl is trouble. “You need to stop meddling.”
“What?” How did it get even bigger?
“You know what I’m talking about, Hope Vincenti. You’re just a child. Leave the matchmaking to the adults.”
She glances towards the door where they just walked out. “Why do you say that? I think they look perfect together.”
Perfect. Perfect. My fingers go into my hair as I start to pace.
“Why are you all upset, Dad? Are you worried about something? Everett is having a really nice time. The Spawn of War and Sasha are all making sure he feels welcome.”
Why am I upset? My woman is smiling at another man, and she currently hates me. “Don’t let your aunt hear you call them the Spawn of War.”
“Aunt Annika thinks it’s funny.”
She would. “Hope.”
“You’re awfully grumpy today.”
“I’m not—” I start to bite out. “It’s been a long week. I’ll try to change my attitude.”
Hope walks over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “It’s okay, Daddy, everything will be just fine.”
“How can you know that?”
“Because Nonna and I will make sure of it.”
Are they a team now? The world is doomed. And I might as well just buy a wedding present for Gabe and Fiona now.
A Football Player And A Grumpy Billionaire
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