Wild About You (Wildcat Hockey, #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

Only when he’s out the front door do I release a breath and pull out my phone to read his text. You look even more beautiful than you did four years ago.

“Because I’ve missed you every day for four years and because now that I’ve seen you again, I can’t imagine another day going by where I can’t.”

“I didn’t think I believed in fate, but then you walked into that principal’s office and my heart stopped.”

“Break up with your boyfriend, Piper.” “Wha-at?” Her voice breaks on the word. I invade her space. She doesn’t step back. “I want good things for you too.” “Okay.” A line forms between her brows. I allow myself only to brush my fingers against hers. It’s the smallest contact. Not enough, but still so fucking good. “Break up with him because I’m what’s good for you.”

“Tyler,” she squeaks in surprise. “What are you doing here? Is Everly okay?” “She’s fine,” I assure her. “I’m here for me.” Her brows draw together. “For you?” “I don’t know him”—I jab my thumb toward the direction of her boyfriend—“but I know you’re wasting your time on anyone that isn’t me.” Her brows lift and her body tenses. “Is that right?” “Yeah. And you can be pissed at me for saying it, but I think deep down you know it’s true.”

“The beach with you,” he says, and the memory hits me so hard I can almost taste the salty air from that night. “There hasn’t been anyone but you.”

“Did you have a good day?” he asks, one hand on top of the steering wheel and the other rests on my thigh. “Yeah. You?” He glances over and his smile says more than his words. “Getting better by the minute.”

“Be terrified with me, Pipes? Give me a real shot to get it right this time. That’s all I’m asking.” I nod. “Yes. A thousand terrified yeses.”

“I think this is the most beautiful dress I have ever worn,” she says as she comes out of the dressing room. Her face is all lit up and I haven’t seen her smile so big in years. My throat is tight as I stand from the chair I’ve been sitting in while I wait. “Damn, Piper.”

Man, it makes me happy to buy her shit. Is that wrong? I don’t care.

I kiss her knuckles and then turn to face her. “I love you, Piper.” “I love you too.”

“Because that’s what family does,” Jack says, eyes still on the stage. “They show up.”

“You asked me what was the first thing I bought when I signed my contract. This.”