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“Gisele,” he says. “Mmmm?” “Are we dating now?” A smile tickles my lips. I rise slightly on my elbow and gaze down at him. He’s biting his lip and it’s adorable. “Yeah. I think we are.”
“I’d ask him anything. I’m never worried, not in the slightest, that he’d judge me. He never does. He accepts me for exactly who I am.” They both stare at me. “What?” “Oh my God. This isn’t about sex,” Diana accuses. She glances toward Mya. “This isn’t about sex.” “Nope,” Mya confirms. I wrinkle my forehead. “No, it is. Of course it is.” Diana offers an oddly gentle smile. “Gigi. You’re in love with this guy.” My jaw drops. “I am not.”
“These fucking guys always thinking with their dicks,” he mutters to himself. “Can I just have one season where this shit doesn’t happen?” “It’s more than…whatever you think it is,” I finally say. He looks unconvinced. “We’re together. There’s, ah, feelings involved.”
“It’s, ah, a woman problem.” “You called me here to talk about your love life?” she shrieks. Then she lets out a calming breath and speaks in a reverent voice. “This. Is the greatest day of my life.” “It has to stay between us,” I warn. “Luke Ryder has a girlfriend.”
“My father’s name is Luke.” It’s not at all what I expected to hear. I furrow my brow at him. “It is?” “My mom named me after him.” “So you’re a junior?” “Not exactly. I don’t have his last name. They weren’t married, so Ryder is my mother’s maiden name.” He looks sick. “I’m glad I don’t have both his names. Christ. Then there’d be no escape from it at all. At least I have Ryder.” “Why do you need to escape it? You’re not close to your dad?” “He shot my mother in the head and killed her.”
Oh, honey….
“You feel this too, don’t you?” His eyes are on mine. Dark blue and bottomless. “Yeah. I feel it.”
But if you’re good, I’ll let you sneak into my room after everyone is asleep.” “Hard pass.” “Seriously?” “Seriously. I don’t want to get murdered by Garrett Graham.”
“Thanks for having me, Mrs. Graham.” “Oh, call me Hannah, please,” she insists. Her husband offers a deceptively pleasant smile. “And you can call me Mr. Graham.”
“Sneak in when everyone’s asleep?” “Absolutely not.” “Come on.” “I already told you, I’m not touching you under your father’s roof. This situation is precarious enough.” “What about sexy texting?” I stubbornly shake my head. “What if he and I accidentally switch phones?” “Why would that ever happen? Come on, just one dick pic.” “What is your obsession with me?” I drawl. “Do I need Jensen to send you his PowerPoint on sex addiction?”
“Is this a joke? Do you realize I’m Garrett Graham?”
I have successfully managed to turn Briar’s grumpy, bad boy hockey co-captain into a hold-my-purse boyfriend. I’ve won the world.
“I’m not good enough for you,” I whisper against her lips. Alarm fills her eyes. “Ryder—” “I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But I want to try.”
“I love you.” Her breath hitches. I’ve never said those words before. But I mean them with every fiber of my being. She’s the one. She’s the only one. “Say it again.” “I love you, Gigi.” A brilliant smile fills her face. “I love you too, Luke.”
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
“Yes, and right now, in this moment, you’re down. But that’s okay because I’m here to lift you up.” “Always?” she whispers, peering at me with those big gray eyes. “Always. You fall, I pick you up. Always.”
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
BITCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? WIFE???????
“So. Um. Yeah. We got married.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Are you going to say something?” I move to stand directly in front of him, trying to force eye contact. “Anything at all? Because you’re starting to scare me a little.” His gray eyes lock with mine. And finally, he speaks. “This is, truly, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I flinch as if I’ve been struck. “And I’ve never been more disappointed in you.”
BITCH
He just sighs, shaking his head to himself. “You really love her.” “Till the day I die,” I say simply.
