Missed sleeping next to you last night.
I amfreakingout. Did I miss him last night? Yes. Did I sleep in his bed instead of mine? Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.
But waking up this morning to that text and his scent surrounding me has me in my head. I need to talk this out, and it’s time I confide in my best friend.
If anyone will understand how I’m feeling, it’s Gabby. She was as closed off to love as I am.Was,because she has Chase now, and she may not talk about it, but I know she’s in love with him. Maybe we can compare woes and figure this out together. Unfortunately, I highly doubt she’s home right now, and if she is, surely she’s not presentable after the way her and Chase were eye-fucking each other yesterday. I’ll have to wait until it’s time for him to report to the stadium for the game later today and then go to her house.
My phone rings on the counter when I’m making my coffee, Allie’s name flashing on the screen for a FaceTime call. I swipe to answer and her face fills the screen, her pixie haircut is sticking out in all different directions, the style as eclectic as she is.
“Hey, Allie, how are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good. I couldn’t wait. How did it go yesterday?”
Propping my phone up against the paper towel holder on the counter, I lean back in the barstool with my coffee in hand to chat. “It went well. The turnout was fantastic. Chase did great and the entire team came out to support him.”
“And the puppies?” She’s brimming with excitement, and I feel bad for not flying her out to enjoy the event.
“I’ll need to check in with the centers, but I think it was a very good adoption event for them.”
“Yay! I hate the idea of those little guys in kennels.” I love my soft-heart assistant.
“They are well taken care of, I’m sure of it.”
“Still, there’s nothing like a loving home. Did you adopt anyone yesterday?”
I laugh at her thinking I’m going to randomly adopt a pet. Not that I’m against it, but I’m the furthest thing from settled right now.
“No, but one of my friends left with a golden retriever puppy.”
“Who? Ivory?”
“Miller.” I missed the introduction to Cooper, the puppy, but I have no doubt Miller will be blowing up the group chat about his new addition very soon. This is either going to be the cutest thing known to man or a disaster.
She scrunches her nose. “How is he going to train a puppy when he’s on the road all the time?”
“Who knows.”
Miller does what Miller does, and who are we to question him?
“So what’s up? When are you coming back? Do I need to arrange a flight? Hotel? Tell me what you need.” Picking up a pen, she taps it on her notepad expectantly.
“I’m going to stay here for a bit. The girls and I are going togo to the games this week, and there’s nothing waiting for me in LA or New York, so may as well stick around here.”
“And are you staying with Grant?”
“I’m still in his penthouse, but he went to New York.”
She sighs. “Bummer.”
“Allie!” I shake my head at her disappointed look.
“What? A girl can hope. I mean I don’t know how you live with that man and not beg him to spend all of his time between your legs.” She pauses and wistfully adds, “Or on top of you. Under you. Behind you. On his knees for you.”
Great, now I’m thinking about all the ways I want Grant to do every single one of those things—multiple times.
“Allie, stop.”
“What’s that, boss? You’re thinking about it aren’t you.” She smirks.
