Page 67 of The Game
He asks me how we met, which brings a smile to my face.
“You know what, Braden, I’ll hold on to that story for when you get here. I really want to see your reaction,” I tell him, and my dear brother struggles with his curiosity.
Neither of the McGregor brothers has settled down yet, brought home a woman to the family, and all that.
Doesn’t mean we don’t have our fair share of women’s trouble.
“I’m dying over here, big bro. I might have to book a flight earlier.”
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On Thursday, I’m hauled into meetings all day, with no time to stop by the PR department.
I decide I’ll go to her apartment, hoping to find her there before we leave for our away game tomorrow.
When the day finally winds down, and I can head to her apartment, I decide to bring some food for us.
Hopefully, she’ll be home so we can talk about this, preferably over a nice dinner after a long day.
I knock on her door, and when she swings it open, I take a deep breath of relief. Seeing her relaxes the tension in my neck and shoulders, making me feel more comfortable in her presence.
“Captain, didn’t expect to see you here,” she says with a glimmer in her eyes, which makes me feel even better.
She’s not cold or closed off.
I was somewhat sceptical about coming here, unsure of what I’d find.
Would she still regret our kiss?
Kick me to the curb before we can talk?
I’m grateful that the Sarah standing in front of me is the same confident, sexy woman I admire.
“Would think we were on a first-name basis now that I’ve had my tongue inside your mouth, but guess not. Can I come in?” My comment makes her blush, but she gestures for me to come inside.
I set down our food on her small table and make a note that when this thing between us starts for real, we will spend a lot of time at my place.
I feel like a giant in this space, but it’s glimpses of Sarah everywhere that make me smile.
Her heels are lined up on her dresser. Her smutty books are stacked on a small shelf beside her bed, and I make a mental note to check those out sometime when she’s not looking.
For research purposes.
She brings out plates and cutlery while I start loading the food onto our plates. It feels like the most natural thing in the world—having a meal together after a long day.
“How has your day been?” I ask her as we sit down, and she hands me a glass of water.
“It’s been good, busy, but good. I’ve been trying to get as much work done as possible before you guys leavethis weekend,” she tells me, making me pause in my movements.
“You’re not coming along this weekend?” I ask her, not bothering to hide my disappointment.
I was hoping we’d have some more time together after nearly a week apart.
“Nope, I have some family obligations this weekend, but I’ll catch your game on the TV, don’t you worry,” she winks at me, and as realization dawns, I’m torn between bringing up her mom or not.
The mood is so light that I decide against it.
I know the anniversary is coming up this weekend.
