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He smiles at me then surprises me with his next words. “My sister and my best friend. You two make sense, you know. And fucking hell, it’s just dawned on me, she even wore your jersey tonight.” He scoffs, his eyes widening.
“That doesn’t mean anything. I love her, but I don’t think she feels the same way about me.” She’s been pushing me away for four painful weeks.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
What the hell does he have planned?
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Lola
“Will you stop fussing.” I swipe Wade’s hand away when he tries to help me out of his truck.
“You have little legs, and I don’t want you falling on any patches of black ice.” Unmovable, he stands in the open doorway. “No stress. Complete bed rest. That’s what the doctor said.” Due to Wade’s insistence, as a precaution, which I thought was a bit much, I spent a night in the hospital for observation.
I’m fine. The baby is fine.
Wonderful, actually.
Wade still hasn’t told me what was discussed with Jordan when they left the room, but I’m grateful they were talking to each other like nothing had changed when they returned.
When everything has changed.
Once Kali and Wade left, Jordy and I spoke for a while, discussing my appointments as well as prenatal classes. He said he wanted to come to everything, which was a relief. He told me he was not going anywhere and the only reason he left me at the hospital is because he wanted me to rest and sleep. Which I did.
Maybe now that everything’s out in the open, we could maybe be a thing.
Would he want that still?
Or is that wishful thinking after I pushed him away?
“Do as you’re told for once.” Wade holds his hand out.
I give in and let him help me out of the high truck.
“Thank you.” I step onto the asphalt.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult now, was it?”
“I think I much preferred you when you thought I was just your assistant. You were nicer to me then,” I say, making Wade chuckle.
Holding onto me, he ushers me to the door, opens it, and walks inside, where I’m hit with the smell of something delicious.
“Did you cook?” I ask, and he ignores me.
“Wade didn’t, but I did.” Jordy’s deep voice appears in the hall.
I jump in surprise and spin around on my feet.
Dressed in a simple white Henley and a pair of jeans, he looks deliciously handsome today. He looks edible every day. My pulse quickens, my heart slamming against my chest at the sight of him.
I miss him.
I love him.
Those words have been running around my head like a hamster stuck on its wheel for weeks. I can’t live another day without him in my life, and I can’t keep pushing him away.
I want him.
