Page 46 of Score Her Heart

Hallsy stared down at his phone and smirked. “Damn, your wife’s smoking! I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

Didn’t I know it? I punched him in the arm. “Still my wife, Hallsy. And I wasn’t.” I waved my hand away when he gave me a ‘go on’ sort of look. “It’s a long story.”

He shook his head and laughed, his dark curly hair bouncing around. I watched him get into his car and speed away. I sat in my SUV for a minute, debating whether I could go home and get out of having a drink with the boys. The boys were great, they were my pals and my teammates, but my heart ached to see Fi.

I dropped my head onto the steering wheel with a sigh. This was bad. I loved her so much, but I didn’t think it was love for her. Oh, she was very much attracted to me, that was clear, but I thought it was just sex for her. I liked sex, a lot, so it was great, but I never knew how much it could hurt to be with someone who didn’t love you back.

Which was why I hadn’t initiated being intimate with her since we got back from Vegas. I didn’t want her to think that was the only reason I married her. If she wanted this bod, she was going to have to ask for it.

So on that depressing note, I drove off in my SUV to meet the guys at the bar and grab a drink or two. I sat at the bar and drank my whiskey while my mind was preoccupied with how to fix my weird marriage.

A blonde with legs for days sidled up on the stool beside me. “So what position do you play?” she asked with a seductive smile.

“Defense,” I stated flatly.

When I brought my glass up to my mouth, she must have seen the ring on my hand because next thing I knew, she was cozying up to TJ. Good for him, because I was only interested in one woman right now, and she was home alone and probably in my bed. With that thought, I finished my drink.

I clapped G on the shoulder. “See you, man. I gotta get home.”

He eyed me confused, and then his eyes widened. “Oh, I totally forgot you have a wife now.”

I smirked, but it was faked because I hadn’t heard from Fi since this afternoon, and I was starting to wonder if I did still have a wife.

It was kind of late when I got home but not crazy late for a night-owl like Fi. When I walked into the condo, I heard the TV on but saw that she had fallen asleep on the couch with a paperback book on her lap, looking like she was ready to curl up into bed. I flicked off the TV with the remote and picked the book up off her lap. My eyes widened at what appeared to be a pretty intense sex scene. I glanced at the cover, a little surprised to see a naked man’s chest on the front of it. Okay…didn’t expect that from Fi. I found her bookmark on the coffee table and put it in the book before setting it down on the table. There was no way I was dealing with her wrath if I dog-eared her book.

The couch was comfortable, but I knew our bed would be way more comfortable to sleep in. Plus, I really missed having her next to me. Which was wild because we had barely been married for a week!

I bent down next to her ear. “Fi,” I whispered, but she didn’t move.

I wasn’t a stupid man, so I wasn’t about to shake her awake. Instead, I kneeled down and slid my arms underneath her body. I pulled her tight against my chest, gripping the back of her knees under one arm and her shoulders with the other arm.

I felt her stir against me, and she wrapped her hands around my neck, so I wouldn’t drop her. Like I ever would have done that. I felt her eyelashes flicker across my neck, giving me ticklish butterfly kisses. “Riley?” she asked sleepily. “What are you doing?”

“Shush,” I whispered to her. “Go back to sleep.”

I crossed the doorway of the bedroom and gently laid her down on her side of the bed. I felt warmth spread across my body at the sight. Before we recklessly got married, I didn’t sleep on one side of the bed but rather sprawled out like a starfish, stretching my big body across the bed. Now, with her here, she had wormed a place into my home and into my heart, and I didn’t want her to leave.

She was still half-asleep, and I couldn’t help but think about how cute she looked. I tip-toed into the bathroom to do my normal night-time routine. When I came back into the bedroom, she was asleep again. I pulled my shirt over my head and changed into a pair of pajama pants before I quietly sunk down onto the bed next to my beautiful wife.

“Riley?” she whispered, still half-asleep.

“Shush, go back to sleep,” I whispered back.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Her green eyes opened in the dark of the bedroom, but she peered at me seriously.

“What do you mean?”

“That asshole hit you right in the numbers!”

I chuckled. “What are you gonna do, fight him?”

“Maybe,” she mumbled. “Fucking asshole better stay away from my man.”

“Your man?” I asked with a laugh.

She lifted her left hand up to my jaw and pulled me down towards her lips. I grinned at the feeling of her wedding ring on my face as I kissed her properly. She pulled away sleepily.

“Missed you, baby,” she sighed sleepily.