MILLER
I’ve got her.
ME
You’re a good friend, Mills
MILLER
I’m framing that.
ME
If Miller is acting like his goofy self, then things can’t be too bad, but I still send Gabby a text too.
ME
Sorry you’re not feeling well. If you need anything, please let me know. I’ll be there in a flash.
GABBY
I will. Love you, Tay.
ME
Love you more.
Gabby shows up at the games over the weekend and acts like everything is fine, but it’s all a front. When I try to get her alone to talk about it, she makes excuses. At least it seems like her and Chase have resolved things. They haven’t made any public declarations yet, but the way they watch each other, and she disappears as soon as the games end to go home to be with him, gives me some comfort that she’s not dealing with whatever it is alone.
Between games, Grant and I stay locked in our bubble. It’s like a switch was flipped and neither of us can get enough. We wake up holding each other, have amazing sex, drink coffee, cook and hang out together, and go to sleep the same way.
I’m officially obsessed with my husband, and I can’t wait to tell everyone about it.
But first, we need to make sure Chase met all the conditions for his plea arrangement so he can play in the postseason, because the Troubadours are still hot and there’s no way they don’t make it to October.
Stepping out of the shower, I towel off and when the scent ofbacon hits my nose, my stomach growls. I haven’t moved my clothes over from the guest room completely, so I hung up my outfit for the day and laid out my bra and panty set on the vanity before taking a shower. Picking up the lace panties, I notice they aren’tmypanties. These are lacy cheeky panties with a bullet vibrator tucked inside. Grant must have swapped them when I was in the shower and my skin prickles with the thrill of wearing this to a meeting, of him potentially using the remote control and driving me crazy when anyone could figure out what we’re doing.
Yes, please.
I dress quickly then put the finishing touches on my makeup and hair before walking out to find him in the kitchen, already dressed for the day. The suit pants hug his ass perfectly and the white fabric of his button down stretches across the broad expanse of his back. A back I marked with my nails an hour ago when he woke me up with an orgasm. His sleeves are rolled up, showing his forearms and a gold watch on his wrist that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“Feeling frisky this morning?” I ask, coming up behind him, unable to resist touching him when he’s looking likethatand cooking me breakfast.
He winks at me over his shoulder, plating the bacon and eggs. “Thought I might give it a try.”
“Sneaky, Mr. Davenport.” I turn to make us both a cup of coffee, but he snags my wrist and pulls me back to him, sealing his mouth over mine in an all-consuming kiss.
“You know what it does to me when you say that, Mrs. Davenport.”
My entire face twists in disgust. “Ew, don’t call me that.” He laughs as I push him off me. I will never be Mrs. Davenport, not when I’d share that moniker with Constance.
“Are you ready for today’s meeting?” he asks, settling beside me at the counter to eat our breakfast.
“Yep, it should be pretty easy. It feels more like a formality than anything, but we still have to double check all the things.”
“I’m going to miss having you in the office.”
I’ve been so focused on making sure everything was in order that I hadn’t thought about how this was technically the end of my consulting engagement with the team.
