I smiled at my reflection. This was happening. I was going to make Ridge mine.
I wanted to talk to Katia and tell her everything, but I was also scared. Ridge was mine. The secret man I held in my heart and soul for so many years. I didn’t want to share him, not just yet. So, I would keep this secret to myself a little longer.
It was time. I was going to get my guy.
Chapter Three
Ridge
Ithrew the ball at my teammate, Denver. He caught it and threw it back at me.
We were playing around before practice really started, and Denver looked over at me, “After practice, do you want to get a round?”
I shook my head, “No thanks.”
“You never go out with any of us. Not looking for an easy lay?”
I lifted a brow, “Like you are one to talk. Do you actually go out and get laid?”
Denver went red, “No. But some of the guys do.”
Denver adjusted his glasses, and I shook my head again, “I know you aren’t going to pick up a random chick. That isn’t who you are. Is it?”
Denver shook his head this time. “No. I want to find my girl. One day. I am just going because I don’t want to sit alone at my house all night. It gets lonely sometimes.”
I lifted a brow, “I get it. But I keep busy. I often go with my friend Rhodes to the shelter I sponsor. You should come sometime. I’m sure the kids would love you.”
“I might have to take you up on that. It would be better than sitting at the bar and getting hit on by random girls. Do you have a girl? I have never heard you speak about her before.”
I shook my head, “I did. Well, at one point I did. But not now. Her life wasn’t easy, and I didn’t want to push myself into it because it would make her life that much harder. So, I backed out. But she is still my girl. Whether or not I ever have her as mine.”
Denver whistled softly, “Damn. I get why you don’t go out with the guys.”
I nodded, “When you had perfection in your hands, even for a short time, would you try to find anything else?”
Denver shook his head, and I smiled, “Then you get why I don’t date. It’s not who I am. I’m not going to settle for anything less than the perfection I already had.”
“I wouldn’t either. I won’t ask again. Do you want to hang out at my house? We can watch a new movie?”
I shook my head, “It’s okay. I’m seeing my dad tonight. We have dinner once a week.”
Denver nodded, “That’s cool.”
I looked at my watch, just as our Coach walked out onto the field. He blew his whistle, and we hurried over to where he stood.
He gave us our schedule for the day, and we got to work. We spent the next few hours running drills, throwing balls, and reviewing some of the plays we excelled at.
When we got done, our coach let us go, and I got to the showers, taking a quick one so I could go home.
I waved to Denver, and then I walked out of the stadium to find my truck.
I was looking down at the pavement, my bag in my hand, as I got closer to my truck, when I finally looked up, stopping short in my tracks.
Kresslee was sitting on the hood of a small car. She had a coat on and a blanket on her legs. She had a device in her hand, bigger than a phone, but smaller than a laptop.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and I noticed her hair was longer than it was the last time I saw her.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. She reached into her purse, grabbed a sour gummy worm, and ate it.
