When he finally pulled away, he rested his head against mine. “Hi.”
“That was quite the welcome.” I chuckled.
“It’s about damn time you got here,” Faye said from behind him.
He stepped aside, and there she was, in a low-cut tank top and denim shorts, relaxed and happy.
“Hey, Princess.” I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I missed you.”
She responded by pressing her lips to mine, gentler than Jase yet with the same emotion.
This right here was what I’d been missing for the past two months, and now that I had them back in my arms, I didn’t want to let them go.
Jase moved in behind me, his hand settling on my lower back as I kept kissing our girl.
We stumbled through his apartment, leaving a trail of clothes as we made our way to his bedroom.
From there, we were nothing but a tangle of hands, mouths, and bodies, and I’d never been happier.
The next morning,I woke up sprawled between Jase and Faye, but we didn’t have time to linger.
I had a baby to meet.
Tyler’s place wasn’t far. On the ride over, Jase filled me in on how Tyler and Hayden were handling parenthood, since he’d already spent time with them. It was another gut-wrenching moment that left me feeling removed from everyone important to me, but I refused to let it dampen my mood as I prepared to see my niece for the first time in person.
My phone buzzed with a text, and I pulled it out, seeing it was a group text with mine and Jase’s agent:
Marcos: Do you two have plans during the All-Star break?
Since Jase was driving, I said, “Marcos wants to know whether we have plans during the All-Star break.”
“When is that?” Faye asked as she sat shotgun.
“July,” I answered.
“I wonder why he asked if we have plans,” Jase said.
“Let me see.”
I’m not sure. Why?
I have a client that has a fight and he gave me tickets.
Boxing?
MMA. I’ll handle the room and car service if you have the time. Thought a photo op with two rookies who are having great seasons and an up-and-coming fighter might be good for the agency
“He wants to know if we want to go to an MMA fight in Vegas. He has tickets from a client he represents.”
Jase met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “We don’t have plans, so why not?” He glanced at Faye. “Will you come with us?”
Faye’s eyes widened. “Oh, I like that idea. Well, not the fighting part. But Vegas sounds fun. Maybe I could go shopping while you watch people beat each other up.”
“All right, but Princess, I’m not having you walk the Strip alone. If he can get us three tickets, you’re coming to the fight too,” I stated.
“I can just have my detail come,” she suggested.
I chuckled. “If we’re going to Vegas, I’m not partying with them watching our every move.”
