“I don’t think I could handle that.”
“You’ll have me by your side. Don’t worry.”
“Good.”
Angie has become a good friend these last few months. We never really hung out before I started working for the team and dating Cash. Now? Now, she’s someone I can talk to about anything.
Well, almost anything. Because no one can know that this thing with Cash has an expiration date.
“I still can’t believe Duncan got into the game.”
Angie snorts over her glass of wine. “I don’t know how you dated him.”
“Can we say it was a lapse in judgment?”
“Believe me, I’ve had those.”
I clap my hand over hers on the table between us. “And now you’re married.”
A dreamy look washes over her face. It’s the same look she had on her face when she married Troy. One of pure blissed-out love.
“Do you ever think about you and Cash getting married?”
It’s an innocent enough question, but it has my heart sinking. “I haven’t thought about it.”
“Then why do you look so sad right now?”
“I don’t know if Cash is the marrying type.”
Angie waves me off. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s in the cards.”
“He doesn’t look at me like that at all.”
“Piper. Please. Of course he does. That is the look of love. He is head over heels for you. Well, head over skates,” she says on a laugh.
Love? There is no way it’s the look of love.
I can’t love Cash. I couldn’t possibly be in love with him, could I? I told myself I couldn’t fall for him. Cash isn’t the boyfriend type. We’re only doing this so he can bounce back in the eyes of the press so it helps him with the team.
Cash doesn’t do love. He’s told me as much. I don’t want to get my hopes up.
The music of the bar presses in around me, bringing me back to reality.
“Even if we do, it’s a long way off.”
“I told Troy that. That I wanted to wait to get married.”
“And you got married, what, after his second season?”
She nods, tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I didn’t know why I was waiting. It was ridiculous.”
“I’m only twenty-two. I’m in no rush.”
Even if I did want to marry Cash, and I’m not saying I do, it feels too young to get married. I’m not even done getting my master’s degree yet. There’s still so much I want to do.
“I won’t keep bugging you about it,” Angie tells me. “We have an All-Star Game tonight!”
“That we do!”
