“Feeling self-conscious?” my game buddy, Danae, asks.
I nod. “This jersey is way too long. I feel like everyone is staring at me.”
She grins. “They are staring, but not because it’s too long. It’s because it says Wolfe on the back.”
Heat rushes into my cheeks. “I didn’t think of that.”
She leans in close and lowers her voice. “He never lets anyone wear his jersey. He said the only woman who will ever wear his jersey is his future wife.”
My mouth drops open. “You mean never anyone?”
Her smile is so big it reveals all her white teeth. “Never. He’s obviously joking about the future wife thing, but it used to make Harper crazy.”
My head grows fuzzy as I stare out at the players on the field. How is it possible that I’m the first person he’s ever allowed to wear his jersey?
What kind of game is he playing with me?
“I could tell you were special when I watched your first date with him. He just, like, lit up when you walked into the room, you know?”
My stomach flutters, and I hate myself for it. I never thought I could fall under his spell. I thought I wasn’t capable of it.
I cannot wear this jersey, even if the “future wife” thing is a joke. The thought of him giving me that honor is like champagne bubbles fizzling through my veins.
It’s not good.
Not good at all.
After grabbing the hem, I yank it over my head and roll it into a ball on my lap. My tank top is thin, but it will be fine. It’s not too cold out.
Danae’s eyes grow huge. “Tristan isn’t going to like that.”
“He won’t notice from the field.”
“I think he will.” There’s a smile in her voice.
A breeze brushes over my skin, stiffening my body. It’s okay. I can make it through the next…
Fuck, how long do football games last?
A few minutes later, Tristan is standing near the sidelines talking to one of his teammates. He lifts his head. Even though I can’t see his eyes through his helmet, I know he’s looking at me.
Uh-oh.
He marches toward the family area and takes off his helmet.
“Amelia Harrington,” he calls out. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I shut my eyes as laughter breaks out around us.
“Get that jersey back on now.” Tristan’s voice is even louder.
My body is frozen. I couldn’t put the jersey on right now if I tried, but then Tristan speaks again.
“Don’t make me come up there, Amelia. You won’t like the consequences.”
The laughter becomes an uproar around us. All of these people know Tristan intimately, so I’m sure it doesn’t surprise them.
Fuck him. I won’t let him bully me by using public attention to get me to bend to his will. I lift the jersey high in the air before giving it a careless toss onto the open seat in front of me.
