“Nah. Gold isn’t my color.”
“Afraid of field goals and wearing the color gold. You should add those attributes to your dating profile.”
I don’t want a dating profile. I want her. My songbird, whose taste I can’t get out of my mind.
She waves a swimsuit at me. “I’m going to try this one on.”
I follow her to the changing rooms. She wags her finger at me. “No running backs allowed.”
I motion to the sofa. “Can I sit here, or is this reserved for tight ends?”
“You’re okay. You have a tight end.” She winks before disappearing into the changing room.
I adjust my half-hard cock before sitting on the sofa. I dig out my phone and settle in. In my experience, women need a long time to try on clothes. But Addy appears after I’ve read only a single email.
I stand. “And?”
“It’ll do.”
I place my hand on her back and lead her to the cashier.
“Hey, Terri,” she greets. “What are you doing here?”
“The shop girl needed a bathroom break and I happened to be walking by.”
“Have you met Gage?” Terri shakes her head. “Gage, this is Terri. Terri, Gage.”
Terri narrows her eyes at him. “Are you a teammate of Nolan’s?”
“Yep.”
“I feel sorry for you.”
“What happened?” Addy asks.
Terri wrinkles her nose. “I made a mistake.”
“Mistakes happen. You’ll move on and forget about it soon enough.”
“Can’t forget this mistake,” she mutters.
“Do you need to talk? I’m off today.”
She waves a hand in dismissal. “Nah. I’m okay. And I’ve got a big wedding this weekend to finish preparing.”
Addy hesitates. “If you’re sure?”
“I am. Get out of here. Go show this man how sexy your new swimsuitis.”
Addy’s cheeks darken as she waves goodbye to Terri. I grasp her hand and we stroll out of the boutique toward the beach.
“I reserved a cabana for us.”
“A cabana? We don’t need a cabana. It’s a waste of money. We can place our beach towels on the sand.”
I roll my shoulders. “Not after this morning’s back workout.”
She studies me. “Fine. I don’t want you to have a sore back.”
