“Or you’ll pussy out of it.”
“I won’t. I’ll be there.”
How could I possibly pussy out of it when she’s likely to be down there?
With her father…
No. He never drinks with the team after a game.
But he might with his daughter…
“Promise?” Linc asks, sounding much like Sutton when she wants to make sure I’m going to follow through on something.
“Yes. I promise.”
Shaking my head, I pull my cell from my pocket and press play on the video Mom sent me of Sutton watching the end of the game when I scored.
She launches from the couch so fast that she’s a blur before jumping on the coffee table, shouting and screaming at the TV.
Linc mumbles something on the other side of the door as I read the message Sutton sent after the video.
Mom: You are amazing. I’m so proud of you, Daddy. I love you, Sutton xxx
She’s in bed now, so she won’t see my reply until Mom shows her first thing in the morning.
Knowing that my daughter is proud of me makes my chest ache in the best kind of way. Sadly, though, it doesn’t lessen the panic raging inside me from seeing Casey standing among our fans wearing my number again.
If only she knew just what seeing her like that does to me.
Finally, I take a piss, wash my hands, and step out of the bathroom, assuming it’s safe.
But no sooner have I stepped around the corner does my heart jump into my throat and a grunt rips from me.
“I thought you’d left,” I bark, my pulse racing.
“Decided I didn’t trust your promise,” he states.
“And I’ve decided you’re an asshole.”
“Original,” he mutters.
“Whatever,” I say before quickly changing out of my suit in favor of a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes alight with anticipation for the night ahead of us.
My stomach turns over with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
If she is down there…what am I going to do?
I haven’t propositioned a woman in years.
Do I even want to?
Yes, yes you do.
Another night with her, now you know who she is, and it’ll get her out of your system…
Here’s hoping.
