“Uhh, what?”
There is no possible way I heard her correctly.
“On a date. You remember how those work, right?” There’s a smirk playing on her full lips. One I wish I could kiss.
“Funny. I think I can figure out how one works. You want me to take you out?”
“Yes. I think your wife deserves a night out with her husband.”
“When?” I fire off. I don’t want to give Harper the chance to change her mind.
A date with Harper? I would walk through fire for just one chance to show her I’m not the guy that left her all those years ago.
“When are you home next and don’t have a game?”
Fuck. I roll through my schedule in my head. I have itmemorized because I want to make sure I’m always here for the girls. I don’t like taking time away from them, but Harper is one of the only people I will sacrifice time with them for.
“Sunday. We have a game tomorrow night and Saturday, then I have Sunday off.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the day with the girls?” Harper asks.
And this is why I want to make this date happen more than anything. One dinner with them and she is already thinking of them. The same Harper she’s always been.
“I’m taking the girls to the zoo, but maybe we can get dinner after?”
Harper nods. “Dinner sounds good.”
I step closer, keeping a foot between us. I’m well aware there are two sets of eyes on us. I don’t want to let the girls know how much Harper means to me. It’s too early for that.
“Perfect. I’ll get a babysitter lined up. Dinner.”
Harper nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “Perfect.”
I can’t fight the smile that slides across my face. “Thank you.”
Harper backs away, taking a deep breath. Almost like she needs the space from me.
Is she feeling what I’m feeling?
“For what?”
“For giving me a second chance.”
Chapter Twenty
HARPER
“Why do I have nothing to wear?”
I’m standing in front of my closet in my robe, with a towel wrapped around my hair, stressing about this date tonight.
“Let me see your options,” Angie tells me.
Holding up my phone, I scan the phone over my closet so Angie can see everything I have.
“It’s a first date with Marcus,” I tell her. “I have to look good.”
Angie smiles at me. “You’ve already had a first date with Marcus, babe.”
