She crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes. And somehow, you forgot about that? Hmm?” She shifted on her feet and pushed her hip out.
He put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his body. “Of course not. You’re unforgettable.” He kissed her cheek enthusiastically.
“Shaw said you’re here for the weekend also?” I asked.
“Yes, I actually live in Chicago. I’m a resident at a hospital there.”
“My girl is a miracle worker,” Davy added. “She works in the emergency room, saving lives.” His pride in her was almost as big as he was.
“I’m Mia St. James,” the one with the pretty smile said, shaking my hand with both of hers. A flush spread across her face as she shifted her gaze between me and Shaw.
“Soon to be Quinlan,” a man who could be on the cover of a magazine added over her shoulder.
She rolled her eyes. “Gus, Shaw already knows we’re engaged.”
“Yes, but I never miss an opportunity to tell people.” He beamed. “And we just met Kelcie.”
“Well, we aren't competing for the cutest couple contest. Besides, these two may win,” Mia said, waving her hand toward us.
“Let’s get them a drink as an award,” Shyla said.
“You know the drill,” Davy said as we all took seats around the table. “No alcohol for us—not this close to game day.”
“Shaw can indulge,” Gus said. “Can’t you? Are you suiting up this week?”
“Well, that’s still being tossed around the locker room,” he said. “So, to be safe, I’m going to stick with water. But Kelcie would probably like a drink.”
After the waiter left with our order, Shaw turned to Gus and Mia. “So, how is the rest of your gang doing? Congrats on having such a successful season.” Then he turned to me, explaining, “Gus and Mia work for rival stock car teams.”
“Right. Shaw was telling me about that. I think what you, CJ, and Harper have accomplished is amazing. I wasn’t a racing fan, but I love watching the three of you take the industry by storm. I’m sure there is a lot more interest in the sport because of it.” As an afterthought, I said to Gus, “Of course, I’m sure your team did well too.”
He rolled his eyes. “No respect. I’m just another pretty face.”
Mia ran her hand over his stubbled cheek. “Yes, but you are nice to look at from the backside as well.”
I smiled at their banter.
“But enough about us. I’ve been waiting months to hear this story,” Gus said.
“As if you’re a romantic,” Shaw said.
Gus gestured toward me. “This is Rock Woman. If it wasn’t for her—if Shaw hadn’t still been hung up on her—he might never have taken pity on me, and we may have had a different outcome.”
“Rock Woman?”
Shaw’s hand went over his face.
Mia pivoted her body and glared at her fiancé. “You had to go there.”
“What?” Gus said, possibly as clueless as I felt.
“What does he mean, Rock Woman?” I asked.
Shaw sighed and glared at Gus. “I never should’ve told you about that.” Then he leaned to me and said, “Can I get a reprieve until later on explaining this?”
Shyla leaned forward and put a hand over mine. “Tell us about you, Kelcie. I love your name, by the way.”
Shaw picked his head up. “She’s an amazing physical therapist. I credit her for being able to suit up.”
