Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Give me that baby,” she says, and I hand Mia over so I can jump and cheer for my man.
We have the best seats in the house, and I cheer for the entire team, not just Foster. He only makes one touchdown, but he has high receiving yards for the game—that’s what Corie tells me, and I believe her. I have so much to learn, and I will. I want to know every detail of what’s going on out on that field.
When the clock winds down, the Rampage takes home the win by fourteen points. We all cheer, and Camden and Coral cheer with us. I’m not sure they really understand. Camden says, “Daddy wins,” but does he know what that means? Possibly, he’s a clever little guy, but either way, we’re all cheering for our Rampage.
“Now what?” I ask, practically bouncing on the balls of my feet.
“Sometimes we go down and wait for them, but when we have the kids, we stay put, and they come to us—after showers, press, those kinds of things,” Rowan explains. “I have to go down there and get to work. I’ve been on call the entire game. Luckily, there were no injuries. I don’t get to do this often, but tonight, I got away with it.” She hugs each of us before heading for the locker room.
“I have so much to learn.”
“We got you,” Corie tells me.
“Thank you. I need all the help I can get.” I laugh.
We all hang out, snack on some more food, and play with the kids while we wait. Anticipation buzzes in my veins. I can’t wait to see him, to hug him, and tell him how proud of him I am.
Finally, the door to the suite opens. The guys walk in, looking tired but relieved, and almost instantly, each man makes a beeline for his wife. There are smiles, quiet words, and quick embraces. I barely register any of it, though, because my eyes find Foster the second he steps inside.
His eyes lock with mine, and he strides forward with purpose. He stalks straight toward me with that familiar intensity, and then his arms are around me, strong and certain, pulling me into him. His hair is still damp from his shower, and the faint scent of soap clings to him as he buries his face into the curve of my neck. The world seems to narrow to the feel of his breath, the solid warmth of his body, the way he holds on like he needs this as much as I do.
He grips me tightly, and I cling back with everything I have, my fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. For a moment, nothing else exists. There’s no noise. No people. Nothing. Just us. I don’t know how long we stand this way, wrapped up in each other, but time slips quietly away, leaving the stillness of the moment that I could cling to forever.
When he finally pulls back, it’s only far enough to rest his forehead against mine. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. Playing tonight, knowing you were here watching me, fuck Eden, it was everything.”
My hands settle on his cheeks. “I love you. I’m so damn proud of you, Foster. You’ve worked so hard to be here. Watching you out on the field, knowing what it took to get you there, knowing the fight, the grit, and determination in you to stay—I’m just so damn proud of you.”
“Hey, Vaughn!” Sloane calls out, pulling us out of our little bubble.
Foster doesn’t rush; he kisses me, just a peck, but a kiss all the same, before pulling me into his chest and looking over at Sloane. “You’re welcome.” She winks.
“What?” Foster asks, brows furrowed.
Baker looks down at his wife. “Did you?”
She grins. “Yep.”
“Oh, shit.” Baker nods. “We’ll see you all later,” he tells us.
“What?” Foster asks again. “I thought we were going to grab dinner.”
“Trust us,” Knox says, pulling Corie into his side that’s not already holding their son. “You’d be pissed if you did.”
“If you ever trust us on something, this is it,” Landry tells him. “Take your girl home.”
“What they said.” Reid nods.
The ladies are all smiling, and the guys look envious, and Foster is still confused as hell. He looks down at me for an explanation, and I’m pretty sure it’s the lingerie everyone is talking about. “I have a surprise for you. I can’t show you until we get home,” I explain.
“We’re out,” Foster says. The room erupts in laughter as he tugs on my hand, leading me out of the suite. Laughing, I call out my goodbye over my shoulder to our friends, telling them to have a good night.
Foster keeps my hand in his as he leads me to his SUV. He doesn’t say a word as he opens the door for me. He leans in, pulls my seat belt across my chest, fastens it, kisses me softly, and closes the door.