Watching her stalk off, there’s a confident sway to her ass.
I can’t believe that woman is mine. I have no idea what is going to happen after this game, but at least one thing in my life is uncomplicated.
And that’s Chloe.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
CHLOE
“You know, you didn’t have to do something off my list,” I say. “Especially since you don’t like heights.”
Dax burrows in closer behind me. “I wanted to. This was the best thing I could think of to get away from everything that is happening.”
“I still think it’s unfair you got a two-game suspension. I mean, how many players fight during the game and nothing happens?”
“It’s because play wasn’t going on,” he tells me, not for the first time.
“I hate that you got suspended, but he deserved it.”
I still don’t know what Duncan said, but I can only imagine. Dax is the most even-keeled person I know. He hardly cusses and is always one to tell you how he feels. He doesn’t react.
For him to have done that? I can fill in the gaps as to what Duncan said.
“It is what it is.”
“At least Duncan has a gnarly bruise.”
Dax laughs behind me as a blue and yellow balloon isunfurled in front of us. The sun isn’t even up yet as the two of us wait for our hot-air balloon ride.
Dax found a place outside of the city. Waking up far too early, with mugs of coffee in hand, we made the drive, wanting time for the two of us.
“Does it make you feel better that he didn’t give me one?”
“Yes.” I lean back and kiss him on the jaw.
“You two ready?” the balloon pilot asks. A stocking cap covers his head and a jacket is zipped up to his chin. There’s a bite to the air this morning.
“Yes.”
He goes over a quick safety brief before we climb into the basket. The crank of the fire filling the balloon takes over as we lift off the ground. The field and the trucks below us get tinier and tinier as we float into the sky.
I shift behind Dax, whose knuckles are turning white on the rim of the basket.
“I’ve got you.”
Squeezing my front to his back, I peer out around his arm to see the city sprawling out beneath us.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Do you want to let go?” I ask.
“No,” he answers immediately, although one hand clings to my forearm.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
With just the sound of the burner going, it’s peaceful this high. We move up and down, following the river.
“I find myself doing lots of new things with you lately, Sunshine.”
