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Who is this version of my grumpy goalie?
“Pippa.” His voice is firm, leaving no wiggle room. “I’d buy you every guitar in the city if I thought you’d let me.”
Seeing her up there, it’s so obvious: I’m head over fucking heels for this girl, and I have been for a long time. A lot longer than I realized.
“I have feelings for you, songbird.” My heart pounds, and the rest of the bar falls away. “I like you so fucking much. I don’t want to pretend I don’t anymore. I flew out here for you.”
“I love coming home to you.”
The nickname is my way of telling her I love her, I realize. I’ve been doing it for months, long before the reality sank in.
“Songbird,” I whisper, because I love her.
Pippa. My chest eases the second I think of her.
“Pippa.” He dips his head to catch my eyes, and his fingers come to my chin, tilting my face up to his. “I don’t think you understand.” His eyes are steady, warm, kind, and serious. “Anything you want, songbird? It’s yours. Where you’re concerned, money is no object, because making you happy is worth it.”
My fucking heart. Pippa has it in the palm of her hand.
“You ready to be mine?” I ask. “Songbird.” He smiles down at me with that breathtaking smile that’s just for me. He smiles at me like I’m adorable, and like he loves me more than anything. “I always have been.”
