“How was the game? Did you have fun?”
I nod. “It was great. Thanks for having Harper look out for me. It was nice getting to know her.”
“I’m glad.”
I grab his tie, smoothing it across his chest. “You looked good out there.”
Bode moves closer. “Only good?”
“Well. I have nothing else to compare it to, so I’m going to have to come back, I think, to make an educated assessment.”
Bode beams at me. God, I love his smile. That dimple that always pops? I love it. “I think I can arrange that.”
“Want to go out and celebrate your win?” I ask. “That goal was something else.”
Bode drops his hands on my hips and leans close to whisper in my ear. “I was thinking we could go home and watch a movie?”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
BODE
“You have the blanket?”
“Yes.” The oversized blanket is laid out on the couch as I dim the living room lights. The baby monitor sits on the table with a sleeping baby filling the screen. “Popcorn done?”
“Yes. What do you want to drink?” Stevie calls out from the kitchen.
“Water is fine.”
The sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing echo around the room.
“I hope you’re ready for this.”
“I’m ready to see what you’ve been going on and on about.”
“I have not been going on and on,” Stevie tells me, walking into the living room. “If you don’t love this, I don’t want to know.”
It’s been a while since Stevie and I started this thing, and I’m finding it harder and harder to keep my feelings to myself.
Especially after inviting her to the game. It felt like a very public pronouncement of my feelings toward her. Even if it was only the guys who saw us together.
Every time I want to tell her I love her, it’s like the words get stuck in my mouth. I turn into a bumbling idiot, and I end up asking her what she wants for dinner. Even if it’s ten o’clock at night.
The smell of butter wafts through the living room as Stevie sets the bowl of popcorn on the table with two glasses of water.
“You don’t?” I ask, holding my arm out to her for her to lie next to me. I pull the soft blanket over us and let her burrow into me.
She shakes her head. “No. This is one of my favorite movies, and I will not let you ruin it for me.”
“Hey. Who says I’m going to ruin it?”
She rolls her eyes and cues the movie. “You’re a man and we’re watching a period romance film. You wouldn’t be the first.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Stevie starts the movie as I grab the popcorn bowl and take a handful. I’ll be the first to admit, this isn’t my kind of movie. But I’ll be damned if I let Stevie know that. If she asks, I love it.
