I took the pile of soft cotton, giggling at him. “Do you ever forget anything?”
“Not when it comes to you.”
I gave him a kiss and brought the clothes to the back of the plane in the bedroom, shutting the door before I quickly removed my scrubs and put on the leggings and oversize off-the-shoulder top. When I returned, the flight attendant was placing drinks on a table in front of the couch Gavin was sitting on.
“I’ve prepared a glass of wine for you, Ms. Wren,” his flight attendant said as I joined him. “I’ll be serving some light snacksper Mr. Worthington’s instructions once we’re in the air. Is there anything aside from water that I can grab you in the meantime?”
“No, this is perfect. Thank you, Gretta.” I picked up the wine, Gavin holding his scotch. “Cheers to a surprise vacation that I know is going to be amazing.”
Would I ever get used to this life? This way of travel? I doubted it.
Once he clinked my glass, I added, “I’m guessing Maya and Jordan are meeting us, since they’re not on the plane?”
“In a few days, yes. We’re going to Jordan’s home in Windermere Island in the Bahamas—I’m sure Maya has told you about the place.”
“She has.” I folded my legs in front of me. “She said it’s extra dreamy.”
“Dreamy, huh?” He smiled. “We’re going to have a few days to ourselves before we fly there to meet them.”
“And where are we spending those few days?”
His brows rose. “Do you want me to tell you?”
“Hmm.” I took a drink of my wine. “How about I take a guess.”
He loosened his tie and removed his jacket, Gretta delivering two bottles of water before she disappeared again.
“Go for it,” he offered.
“There’s a part of your life you haven’t shown me yet. A place you spent a good amount of time in. A place I want to see and a place I think you want me to see.” I set the glass down. “I think we’re going to Tampa.”
“That’s your final guess?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
He held my face. “In a little over three hours, you’ll find out if you’re right.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gavin
“I love it.” Emily stood on the patio of my house in Tampa, turning around in a circle to get the view from every angle. This was the last of the tour now that I’d shown her the twelve thousand square feet inside. The patio overlooked Tampa Bay. “What’s not to love, really. This house is so you—masculine, but light and cozy, with hints of you and Ben in every room.”
I pulled her close, my hands immediately going to her ass. “I want it to have hints of you too.”
She smiled. “I’m sure I can make that happen.”
“Would you want to spend time here? School vacations? Summers?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.” She held up a finger, which she pressed against my chest. “But doesn’t it get extra steamy here in the summer? Like the kind of humidity where you can’t even breathe?”
I laughed. “You’re saying you wouldn’t like that?”
“I’m saying I enjoy when every part of my bodyisn’tdripping with sweat.” She smiled.
I tightened my grip on her, squeezing those fucking cheeks. “Our stadium was outdoor. I used to play in that heat almost the entire season. You get used to it.”
“You didn’t die—I mean, obviously, you’re standing here, so no, you didn’t die—but how did you tolerate that kind of heat while playing at that level? It sounds like Jordan had a much better gig, being indoors, standing on a block of ice, not baking under the sun like you.”
