“Yes.” I swore my sighs were coming thick and fast.
“Isn’t he barely out of college?” There was no actual venom in her tone, just general curiosity.
“Not at all. He’ll be thirty at his next birthday. Not that his age matters,” I was quick to add.
“Right, well, congratulations. I know Charlotte speaks of him fondly.”
A fast breath raced out of me, tension I hated to admit had held my shoulders rigid dissipating. “Thank you,” I responded.
“It’s hardly like you were seeking my approval.”
“You’re right, I wasn’t, but since there’s Lottie to think about, I thought it right you should know before the news breaks.”
“Ah,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice, “now that is something I don’t miss about being a League wife.” Laughter followed, taking me by surprise. It had been years since I’d last heard it. “Just think, Eddie, you’ll be a League husband. Get to hang out with all the other players’ partners. Have fun with that.”
I snorted at her glee. “I think you’re having a little too much fun with the idea.”
Her laughter died down. “You know I didn’t enjoy the whole fame or wife thing.” A quiet sigh slipped down the line. “But you’ve been on the other side. I’m sure you’ll handle it all just fine.”
Surprised by her words, my eyes widened. “Uhm, thank you?” Moira was both congratulating and reassuring me? What freaky dimension had I fallen into?
“And on that note, before you curl over in shock that I’m able to impart wisdom, please let Charlotte know I’ll call her tomorrow.”
“Yeah, will do, Moira. Have a great weekend.”
“You too, Eddie.”
She ended the call, and I stared at my cell screen.
That hadn’t gone at all like I expected.
Pearce found me still staring at my cell. “You all good in here?” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.
“Weirdly, yes.”
“Huh. That’s good, right?”
“She congratulated me.”
Pearce snorted. “Ah, so you’re wondering if she’s been abducted by aliens and brainwashed or something.”
I snickered. “Maybe a little.”
After a quick squeeze of my waist, he stepped away. “Well, I’m pleased she didn’t give you any shit. I love you, Eddie, but I seriously wouldn’t want to go toe to toe with your ex.”
Amusement trickled through me, and I faced my hot fiancé. “And I love you too much to ever ask you to do that.”
A mouth-splitting grin pulled at his lips. “You see, a perfect match.” As his gaze raked over me, he gnawed on his bottom lip. “You seriously do look hot in that suit.”
Pleasure warmed my chest. “You can show me how hot you think I am when we get home. Is Lottie ready?”
The mention of my girl’s name had him nodding and taking a deep breath. A glance at his pants showed a twitching bulge, one he was clearly trying to settle.
“Let’s get going before you make us late.”
I stepped past him, not daring to tease him further or even smack his ass like I was tempted to.
“Fine,” he whined. “If we must.”
