Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I smile as I skate toward the boards. “That’s a later. We have work to do.”
He looks me over, a brow raised before he says, “Question.”
“Yes?”
“Can we blow everything off today?”
I laugh as I lean into the boards, and he cages me in. His lips move to my neck, trailing kisses and nibbling softly. “What do you mean? I thought we were going to work on the packets for the travel teams.”
He sucks on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “We can do that tomorrow.”
“I’m listening.”
He grins against my skin. “Let’s spend the day with the girls.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
We have been so busy, not only with each other but with training and the Thistle. We have only seen the girls when we’re at the games, and I know Kitty misses me. While I’m so much happier at the Thistle than living at home, I do miss Kitty desperately.
A day with her and Jett’s girls? Sign me up.
I’m basically dancing when I squeal, “Of course!”
“Don’t think just because you drove all the way to Pigeon Forge, took me to the Apple Barn, paid, and bought me a jar of apple butter, I’m done being mad at you for losing the Cup, Jett Thomas.”
My lips twitch at Bea’s rant as Jett sighs loudly. He waggles his brows at me, and I beam at him as he squeezes my hand that is in his.
“Nana, what did you want me to do? Take Williams out at church on Sunday before the game?” he asks incredulously, to which she just scoffs.
“As if you go to church.”
“I would if it made you happy,” he throws at her, and she looks out the window, tapping her freshly pink nails against her jar of apple butter. “I wanted to win. It just wasn’t our season.”
“Should have been,” she grumbles, shaking her head. “Phillip is turning over in his grave.”
Jett flashes me a look, and I grin. “I am sure Phillip is resting just fine.”
Kitty pats my arm. “Especially with you being home, my darling.”
“And you two obsessed with each other,” Bea adds, and I snicker as my face warms.
Jett’s lips curve as everyone agrees happily. Jett brings our hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles as we drive the back roads toward town.
“I am rather obsessed with you.”
I look up at him through my lashes, my lips tipped up slightly. “Ah, I guess I am too.”
He grins at me with a wink as the girls all chuckle at our antics.
God, I love him.
It was a lovely brunch, full of laughter and Bea’s surly attitude about the championship that the Belles lost. It doesn’t matter if she’s annoyed; her love for her grandson shines through her barbs and annoyance.
“I don’t know how you’re not upset. I built that team, and you have gotten those men to play at the highest caliber for the A League, and you didn’t even get mad. You just smiled as you shook hands with those damn Prophets.”
Snickers fill the car, but when Jett squeezes my hand, I look over at him. “Because my prize was still cheering me on, no matter what.”
My face flushes. “That’s a given, pretty boy.”
He winks as Bea gags. “Jesus, you two are disgusting.”
Hazel laughs loudly, and Maggie swoons, “I think they’re adorable.”
“Me too,” Kitty adds. “They remind me of Phillip and me.”
Kitty’s admission makes my heart swell as Hazel gushes, “I’m just happy they’re happy.”
Jett’s lips curve in a sweet, contented smile as he drives us back to town. “I’ll tell you who’s not happy,” Kitty says, and I turn to look at her. She looks frustrated as she says, “Me. Elena and Richie have been pure hell since the event. Thanks for that, you two.”
Jett only shrugs as I smile apologetically. It’s Bea who says, “Move in with us.”
Hazel makes a face. “Or kick them out. Why are they even living there?”
Maggie nods. “True. Kick them out.”
“I might have to,” Kitty says on a sigh. “I’m tired of them, for sure.”
I hate that I left to keep her from having to deal with my parents, and they’re still bothering her anyway. I refuse to apologize, though. My life is so much better now that I chose myself.
That I chose Jett.
I don’t miss my parents, and I really don’t miss the mental mindfuck that being around them gives me. I tried to give my dad a chance when he came in to check the progress of the Ice Thistle. But all he did was bitch about Jett, so I told him he wasn’t welcome anymore. Dad told me I didn’t have that kind of pull, but according to our lawyer, as long as Jett agrees with me, then what I wish stands.
Jett agreed with me. Completely.
“I think you should have them move out. They have an apartment by the courthouse,” I remind her.