Page 76 of On Her Team
Otis bounces on his toes before clearing his throat and sticking his hands in his pockets. “Cool.”
Gage digs a book out of his back pocket. “This is for you. This book helped me to focus better on my game.”
Otis snatches the book from him. “Thanks, Gage.”
“Anytime.”
Gage crosses to me and kisses my cheek. “You ready to go, songbird?”
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d have dinner atSmuggler’s Cove.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You got dinner reservations atSmuggler’s Covetonight?”
“Yep. I phoned and they reserved a table. No problem.”
I giggle. This is going to be fun. He has no idea tonight is theSmuggler’s Reenactment Dinner.The reenactment used to be held one weekend in the winter to attract tourists to the island in the off season. But they were so popular, the city decided to hold them monthly.
Gage entwines his fingers with mine and leads me to the door.
“Everyone, behave tonight!”
Otis snorts. “You behave.”
“Bye, Gage!” Mila shouts.
“Bye, little Mila. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Gage starts for his SUV but I tug on his hand. “It’s a beautiful night. Let’s walk. It’s less than five minutes.”
“Works for me. More time to hold you near.” He releases my hand to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
“You are some kind of charmer.”
“Only with you, songbird. Only with you.”
“How was your day? How was practice?”
He rolls his shoulders. “It was good. But I hate push day at the gym.”
“What’s push day?”
“It’s the day we focus on pushing exercises such as bench press, overhead press, and tricep extensions.”
My nose wrinkles. None of those sound fun. “I can’t remember the last time I went to the gym.”
He rakes his gaze over me and his eyes heat. “Don’t start going on my account. I love your body.”
I shiver as memories of him loving up my body surface. The attention to detail. The single focus on me and my pleasure. It was addictive. I want to experience it again.
Our chemistry is one of the main reasons I agreed to date him. I’ve never experienced the sparks we have before. It’s hard to resist. Especially when he laughs and jokes with my family. And has the perfect manners. Throw in his childhood and how he rose above it and I couldn’t help but cave.
We reach the main street and I point to the restaurant. “Smuggler’s Cove Restaurantis there.”
“Why is there a line outside?”
I shrug. If he hasn’t figured out tonight is a reenactment, I’m not telling him.
