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“We went to the beach for fun and he hurt his knee,” I clarified and took a drink of my Coke.
“Well, that sucks,” she stated.
I choked on my sip because Jamie's words had made my mind flash back to Gage sucking me off. He eyed me and I wondered if we were thinking the same thing.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it did, but I think things happen for a reason.”
“I do too,” Heather chimed in and smiled at her boyfriend.
If that saying was true, then what was the reason for the night in the dorm? Was it only because of the alcohol or something more?
6
GAGE
We won our second game,and then the team returned to the hotel where the kids swam for a while before the families met up for dinner. After we ate, Dylan went to play video games with some of his teammates in another room while Tyler chilled in his, watching some videos on his phone.
“Do you want to grab a drink downstairs?” Heather asked, peeking up from her laptop.
I stood at the door connecting our rooms and asked Tyler, “Are you good if Heather and I head downstairs for a bit?”
He didn’t take his eyes off his phone before answering, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Let’s go.” I held out a hand to Heather and we headed down the hall to the elevators.
As the doors opened, two moms from the team stumbled off the lift, giggling to each other, a wine glass in each of their hands.
“Oh, hi, Gage.” Mary beamed at me, while Lydia didn’t attempt to hide her slow perusal of my body.
“Ladies,” I greeted as Heather tightened her hold on my hand.
Mary’s arm brushed against mine as she stepped around me. “The team looked good on the field today.”
“It’s because they have an excellent coach,” Lydia giggled.
“Thanks,” I replied and moved into the elevator behind Heather and pressed the lobby button. “Have a good night.”
“See you tomorrow, Gage,” Mary said as they both waved.
“He is so hot,” Lydia gushed as they walked away and the doors to the elevator closed.
“I can’t believe they flirt with you like I’m not even here. Isn’t one of them married?”
Heather seemed indignant about the whole thing, making me wonder if I’d misread the situation earlier when she was talking to Chase. Maybe she had been acting friendly, and I saw it as something more because of the history I had with my ex-wife.
I shrugged. “No one was flirting. They were just a bit tipsy.”
She huffed. “You’re oblivious. Sitting in the stands, I’ve heard some of the things the moms say about you.”
“I don’t care what they might say. I’m with you, and that’s all that matters.” I pulled her in close and pecked her on the lips.
That seemed to satisfy her, and she smiled as the doors opened to the lobby. We walked into the hotel’s restaurant and found a couple of seats at the end of the bar. As the bartender walked our way, Heather’s phone rang.
“It’s my mom. Can you order me a glass of chardonnay?”
“Sure.”
She walked toward the lobby while I ordered her wine and a scotch on the rocks for myself and massaged my aching knee.
