Page 65 of Golden Goal

Rebecca

I can’t wipe the grin off my face today. Nothing can dampen my spirits. Not even that my morning was jam-packed with treatments, or that I had a meeting run late, which means I won’t get a real lunch break. Which isn’t a big deal except I realized a few minutes ago I left my lunch at home, so I’ll have to survive off whatever snacks I have in my desk drawers until my afternoon appointments are done. If I order food for delivery, it won’t arrive in time for me to eat it now, and I don’t have another break in my schedule until late in the afternoon. But none of it matters.

It’s not like anything out of the ordinary happened at last night’s game. Well, not exactly. Hadley saw me in the hallway when we were both leaving for the arena and asked me to sit with her. Apparently Madison was supposed to meet her but wasn’t feeling well, so she had an extra seat.

I said yes, thinking nothing of it. Until Hadley had to go to the bathroom before warm-ups started, and I took Hazel from her and proceeded to hold her for most of the game. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, holding the baby of the guy I’m kind of seeing as if she’s mine. No big deal, right?

Except the entire team saw me.

I’m sure words were said among them.

Then Holt came over and I swear there was heat in his gaze.

I tried to play it cool since no one knows about us, but I’m not sure how convincing I was.

Hadley was giving me the side eye during the whole interaction. I’m pretty sure she suspects something. It is what it is, I guess.

Sighing, I rifle through my top desk drawer, hoping to find a protein bar, or at least a packet of crackers to tide me over for the next few hours.

“Hey, Becca,” Holt says.

It’s as if thinking about him conjured him out of thin air.

“Hey, you,” I greet him, taking a moment to check him out. He looks extra handsome today, casually leaning against the doorframe of my office, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black Henley, the slightest bit of facial hair, like he forgot to shave this morning. “Come in.”

He steps into my office, closes the door behind him, and stalks over to me. I swallow, feeling the air heat between us. He smirks, leaning over and dropping a chaste kiss on my lips before setting a cup of iced coffee, and a takeout bag from the deli around the corner, on my desk.

“For you.” He tips his chin toward the bag.

My heart skips a beat. How’d he know? I glance between him and the bag.

“Thank you,” I finally say.

He takes a seat while I take a sip of my coffee.

“Eat.”

I pull out a container of chicken noodle soup, a Styrofoam to-go dish with a few slices of bread in it, and a small bag of sour gummy worms. I grin, holding the candy up. “Coffee, lunch, and dessert. How did I get so lucky?

“Wanted to make sure you were satisfied.” He winks, and heat rushes to my face. My underwear is ruined at the thought of other ways he can satisfy me. Yep absolutely fucking ruined.

“Eat your lunch, Rebecca.”

“Yes, sir.”

I give him a mock salute with my spoon, and I don’t miss the way his eyes darken. Interesting. I do as he says, taking the lid off the soup and dipping my spoon in. A satisfied hum leaves me at the first taste.

I clear my throat. “What can I do for you?”

He leans back in his seat. “Can’t I drop in and check on you? Bring you lunch?”

“You can. It’s just not something you’ve done before.”

He leans forward, propping his elbows on his legs. “We weren’t together before.”

“That’s what we are? Together?”

“Well, yeah. We’re dating, right?”