Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“There you are,” I grin as I sashay over to him. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for you,” he murmurs in my ear as he tosses a stack of papers on the desk by the door then loops his arms around me and lifts me off my feet, giving me a tight squeeze. I let out a girly squeal and demand he puts me down, which of course, he doesn’t.
Sophie rushes out of the bathroom and wobbles slightly on her heels as she throws herself into Tank’s arms and instantly latches her lips onto his.
“How much have you been drinking?” Miller asks, clearly having seen Sophie’s wobble.
I grin up at him. “We just finished off the bottle.”
“Have you eaten?” he asks with a questioning eyebrow.
“Nope.”
“Alright. How about we take you out for dinner? We can tell you everything that happened tonight and then we can party,” he grins.
My returning smile is wide. “Sounds good to me.”
“Me too,” Sophie mumbles against Tank’s lips, making both me and Miller roll our eyes at their display of affection.
“Let’s get out of here,” Tank says, finally coming up for air.
Sophie and I grab our things and before we know it, we’re being seated in an Italian restaurant.
“So, did you sort out Trent?” I ask as we flick through our menus.
“Nah,” Miller says, “I figure after your beating and making him look like a fool on the ice tonight, he’s learned not to fuck with us,” he explains. “And after his performance tonight, there’s no way he was offered a contract.”
I smile up at him. “I’m proud of you.”
He gives me a panty-dropping smile, then reaches over the table to take my hand in his.
We all order, and I can’t help but notice the cheeky looks Tank and Miller keep passing each other as though they’ve got some kind of secret. “Alright. What gives?” I ask them both.
“What are you talking about?” Miller smirks as our dinner is put down in front of us.
“You two,” I say, waving my finger between them both and narrowing my eyes at them. “Something’s going on here, and I want to know what it is.”
“Can’t we just be happy that we’re National Champions?” Tank asks.
“No,” Sophie says suspiciously as her eyes flick between the boys and then suddenly widen. “Holy shit. Are you in? Did you get a contract?” she rushes out.
Holy crap. How could I have forgotten? Of course that would have happened tonight.
The boys grin like little schoolboys who just saw their first set of tits. “Yeah, we got a contract,” Miller says, watching me for my reaction.
“Fuck,” I shout, jumping up from my seat and launching myself across the table at him, almost knocking over the red wine. “Holy shit. That’s amazing. You really are a superstar. What team is it?” I ask as I plant a huge kiss on his lips.
“That’s not the best part,” he warns me.
I sit back on his lap to study his face and see him look over at Tank, who currently has a very excited Sophie straddling his lap. “Spill it,” I demand.
“Well . . .” he starts, dragging it out. “We got three offers. Chicago, Colorado, and LA. They want us as a package deal, but they will still accept us as individuals if that doesn’t happen.”
“Wow,” I say, looking at him in absolute awe as my eyes begin to water. “Congratulations. You did it. Mia would be so proud of you.”
He wipes away my tears with his thumbs. “Baby. No matter which team I choose, I want you to come with me.”
I look deep into his eyes and search for any sign that this could be a dream. “Are you sure?” I ask.
“Absolutely. You’re graduating soon, and I want you with me. I’m going to buy us a house and make an honest woman out of you, and then we can have a million kids if you want. Hell, maybe even a dog called Louie,” he grins.
“I love you so much,” I tell him.
“Good,” he smirks, “because this would be seriously fucked up if you didn’t.”
I eventually climb off his lap and eat my dinner that has gone cold with all the excitement. “So, where are you planning on accepting?” Sophie asks them both.
Tank watches Sophie closely as he responds. “We were talking about it on the way back to the hotel. I’ve always dreamed about LA, so I’ll be signing that contract,” Tank announces, getting a delighted squeal out of Sophie. She’s always wanted to be a journalist in LA.
“What about you?” I ask Miller.
He studies my face and sits back in his chair. “I’m happy with either Chicago or LA. So, I guess it depends on where you would rather be.”
“What?” I shriek, the pressure dropping onto my shoulders. “No way. You’re not leaving this decision up to me.”