“Youpromisedwe could stayhome,” Kinsley whines as I drag her down the hall to the field of the sports complex.
“I know and Iapologized. Twice,” I state as I tighten my grip on her hand. I can’t afford to have her double back toward the car when we’reso close.
“Who forgets that they booked an interview in the postseason after theypromisedwe could just be naked in our apartment for the next month straight?”
“It was an oversight.”
“Hell of an oversight, Royce.”
“I know, Kins.”
“And it’s almost Christmas! Who the hell schedules an interview right before Christmas?”
“It’s going to be quick,” I promise, my heart thundering in my chest as the doors come into view.
“Youbetter not be quick later; that’s all I have to say.” The words are said under her breath but my body is wired and I just need a taste.
Spinning on her, I drop her hand before burying both of mine in her hair and crashing my lips over hers. She gasps in surprise before melting against me, her body toned and sexy andGod I can’t wait for this woman to be mine.
“I promise to make it up to you when we get home,” I tell her, pecking a quick kiss to her nose before resuming our walk and pushing open the door to the fieldhouse.
“But it’s not the same.” She harrumphs, her cheeks flushed as I bite back my smile. “You made me put on makeup andacceptableathletic wear.”
“And you’ll thank me in however many months when this article publishes and you’re not wearing one of yournever to see the light of day shirtsthat for some ungodly reason you can’t part with.”
“The holes add character”—she pinches my side making me yelp—“and they’re soft.”
“Stop that,” I hiss and she smirks as we walk onto the field where there are four soccer balls lined up parallel to the goal. “Why don’t you take a couple of shots for old times’ sake?”
“You gettin’ in the goal, Roy?”
“Will it make you nicer answering questions?” I taunt, already moving toward the goal.
“You’re sassy today, Roy, and I don’t think I like it.”
“Yeah?” Facing her down, I spread my arms wide. “What are you gonna do about it?”
She scoffs and kicks the first ball. I barely have time to move out of the way before it slams me in the chest. But I’m not focused on the ball. I’m focused onher.
“Roy, what are you…”
Her voice trails off as she stares at the ground where a single white circle was pinned under the ball currently in the goal.
One word.
Will…
KINSLEY
The snarky remarkdies on my tongue as I look at the ground and then back to Royce still standing in the goal like he already knows what’s about to happen.
Will.
Son of a…
“Kick the next one.”
It’s a challenge, and damn him for knowing how much that turns me on. Lining up on the next ball, I take a breath and then kick it only to reveal a second white circle with a new word.
