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I almost laugh out loud at her last sentence since it’s so close to what Cal said two nights ago. I haven’t seen him since, but I messaged him yesterday, and his response back was instant.

Maybe my coworker is right. Maybe I’ve been a spectator for too long. Maybe I should enjoy the game one play at a time and discover what I can actually do.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Scarlett

Iunwrap the white paper on my tiny two-person dining table and pull out the turkey wrap sandwiches and place them carefully on a plate.

My phone pings with a text.

Calvin: Almost there

I hurry over to the kitchen area, grab two wineglasses and a bottle of red, and set them on the table with the sandwiches and other last-minute touches.

Calvin had practice today, but when I inquired whether he’d be interested in getting together later, he responded with a yes (and a smile emoji).

I glance at my display in front of me, and something is missing.

Music.

After fiddling with my phone and technology for a few moments, everything is set, and soft tunes fill the background.

Once I hear a soft knock at the door, I bustle over and fling it open.

“What’s all this?” he asks when he steps through the threshold.

I stand and move toward him.

“My first play call.”

“That so?” His lips transform into a wide smile.

“Yup,” I say while moving closer to the dining table. He follows and pulls out a chair for me, and I sit.

He plops down across from me. “Okay. Walk me through it. What’s the play here?”

“A Thanksgiving redo.”

A small frown forms on his face. “A redo? Why? Thanksgiving was fine.”

I think we have different definitions of fine because I ruined the main meal, almost set his kitchen on fire, and then caused a dramatic scene. Not my finest moment.

“Yeah, the apple pie was delicious. And the dessert after was even better,” he says with a mischievous smirk.

Me. The dessert after was me.

My face heats at the thought. We still haven’t had sex yet, but he spread me out on the kitchen counter right after stuffing our faces with pie.

“But I’ll do a redo if you want.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I can always eat. Just tell me what you want,” he says with a quirk of his lips.

A thought flitters in my mind. “You kind of like me bossing you around, huh?”

“Absolutely. A woman in control is hot.”

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A woman in control is hot.