He gives me a wink. “I left you one of my jerseys to wear.” “I dunno… I was thinking of repping number 35 tonight. Joining the Dallas Cooper fan club.” All of a sudden, Seb’s hands are on my waist and he’s jerking me towards him. “I’m a jealous man, Madelyn,” he whispers in my ear. “So you’ll be wearing my name tonight, or nobody’s.”
