Page 121 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
He was wearing jeans and a navy sweater, an outfit so simple and boring it accentuated his sex appeal rather than detracting from it. He’d pushed up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing his tan and muscled forearms. His jeans were faded at the legs, and with every step up the stands, his thick thighs pulled at the denim, molding around his powerful quads. The three women climbing the stairs behind Hunter had their eyes firmly fixed on his gorgeous ass.
Get your own, ladies, that one is mine. Well, maybe.
Not that I could blame those women for feasting on his sexy body. I was feasting too. Something Hunter knew when my eyes traveled up his flat stomach to his smirking face. Busted. With a wink, he grinned wider.
Dropping my eyes to the purse at my feet, I pretended to reach for something until the temperature of my face went back to normal. How was it that I’d gone years without sex, never once missing it, and only a month without Hunter and I was as horny as a teenaged boy who’d just discovered Playboy? I crossed my legs, shifted a little, but the ache in my core was still there.
“Stupid hormones,” I muttered to my purse.
“What was that?”
My head whipped up. Hunter had already reached my side. He must have skipped a couple of steps with those long legs.
“Nothing.” I smiled and scooted down a foot to make room.
“Coby!” Hunter caught Coby as he went flying past my legs. In one swift motion, Hunter hoisted my son onto a hip.
“Hunter! Look at my new shirt.” Coby leaned back and stretched out his new shirt.
“That’s awesome. Did you just get it?”
Coby nodded. “Mommy bought it for me.”
When we’d arrived at the stadium, the high-school cheerleaders had been selling T-shirts. There had been one kids’ shirt in neon green with Prescott Mustangs written on the front and I hadn’t been able to resist. Coby had whipped off the shirt on his back faster than I could get out my credit card to pay for the new one.
“I was thinking about getting some Mustangs gear myself. Do you want to go down later and help me buy a hat?” Hunter asked Coby.
“Yeah! Can I have a hat too?”
“Coby,” I chided. “You shouldn’t ask for presents, buddy.”
“Your mom is right,” Hunter agreed, “but we’ll still get you a hat.”
He set Coby down and sank to the bench, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Hi. You look beautiful.”
I was just wearing a dark green Mustangs zip-up and jeans, but I had taken the time to do my makeup and hair. “Thanks.”
There were eyes on me from all directions, but I turned to the football field and ignored them. Everyone had showed tonight for the religion that was Prescott High football. The guys were complete team fanatics. The girls tolerated the game because we all loved to socialize and gossip.
The fact that I’d brought Hunter into this mix was more telling than he probably knew. I was letting him back into the fold and this game was a way to give my friends and family permission to let go of his mistakes.
“Hunter,” Dad said, turning around and holding out a hand. “Good to see you.”
Hunter took Dad’s hand. “Thanks, Brock. Glad to be here.”
“Hunter, did you play any football?” Beau asked as they shook hands.
“I played quarterback in high school.”
“No shit?” Jess asked from behind us. “Were you any good?”
“I held my own. I had a couple offers from some smaller division-one schools but I didn’t want to play college ball.”
Silas nodded to Jess. “Good timing.”
All of the guys traded a look before Beau spoke for the group. “We’ve been looking for a QB for our league team. There are only three teams total so it’s not a long season or anything, mostly just throwing the ball around on the weekends before it snows. Are you interested?”
“I’m in.” Hunter nodded before getting mobbed with backslaps and more handshakes, welcoming him to the team.
