Page 74 of The Game
Was I too apparent in my defence?
I can’t let anyone speak badly of his character and leadership when he’s the perfect captain for this team; he just needs to figure out what they need.
“Hmm. Interesting,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, looking way too smug for his age.
“What?” I ask, not sure if I even want to know what he’s thinking.
“I just knew there was something between the two of you, and the way you just jumped to defend him—well, you don’t do that for just anyone, Sarah.”
I feel like a small girl again, having her dad lecture her about boys and trouble.
But instead of the whole “You should stay away from him” lecture, my dad relaxes back into the sofa and looks at the TV.
“That’s it? Are you not going to tell me to stay away from him? He is a hockey player, you know?” I ask him, recalling how many times he’s warned me about those specific men.
My dad looks at me with a gentle smile.
“Sarah, you’re a grown woman. It’s not like you’re going to listen to what your old man is telling you, but I’ve met McGregor, and the way he looks at you, well, it reminded me a lot of myself and how I used to look at your mom.”
Cue the tears again.
I really need to get a hold of myself and these emotions.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
I’m speechless at my father’s words. My dad was head over heels in love with my mom, and he just compared Alexander to him.
My dad soon wanders off to bed, and I take the chance to call Jessica, hoping I’ll catch her at a decent time. The time differences can be tricky.
She answers after a few rings.
“Hi Jess,” I say, noticing her moving around in the dark.
“Hold on, I’ll just step out of the room.”
Shit, I probably woke her up.
When she returns, it looks like she’s sitting in a bathroom.
“Jess, did I wake you up? It’s not important,” I tell her, feeling guilty.
“No worries, Sarah. I always have time for my bestie, and honestly, I was up not that long ago,” she says with a small smile on her lips.
When I ask her the time, she says it’s three in the morning.
“Jessica Edwards, were you having sex before I called you?” I ask her, making her blush.
When she travelled back, she worked some things out with her man, and now, she’s back to radiating happiness.
“Well, not right before, but yeah, the sex is just so good, Sarah,” she sighs, making me chuckle.
My best friend is freshly fucked and in love.
“You’re glowing, babe. I’m happy for you,” I tell her.
“Speaking of guys, how is everything with McGregor?” I sit back on the sofa, spilling my guts to her about Thursday night and my excellent proposal.
His anger at the proposal makes Jessica fan herself.
