Page 34 of Boarded Hearts

Okay. You can’t say things like that and then not spill. Tea, please.

Hmm…JJ

Huh? JJ?... As in the goalie, Jensen Jones?

Maybe.

Oh, so you do have the hots for him!

Girl, I have eyes, who doesn’t?

He is pretty, no doubt. I need to know more.

And I have to go. See you tonight xoxo

See you later but just know—this conversation isn’t over xoxo

She’s such a tease but I can’t say I’m surprised. The eyes she gave him that night at the cocktail bar when Jensen and Jon approached our table gave it away. He’s definitely her type, but from what I hear, he’s also a player, almost as prolific as Jon. But he’ll be no match for Kate. She’ll chew him up and spit him out. I gotta hand it to her, she knows what she wants and how to get it, and something tells me Jensen is next on the menu.

It’s a little after ten on Saturday morning, and I’ve barely moved from my sofa despite the caffeine overload from my fourth coffee. I feel overwhelmed by thoughts of Jon and the time I spent at his on Monday night. The way he showed a sensitive side, especially toward Jack, was totally unexpected, and I wasn’t prepared for it.

So, what did I do? I ran back to my apartment before he could show me any more of himself. For the last five days, my brain and heart have been at war with each other. My brain repeating Kate’s warning to not catch feelings, and my heart telling me to trust him and do just that. And argh, it’s exhausting.

I’m contemplating paying a visit to the supermarket as I have nothing in for breakfast when there’s a knock on my door. It’s probably another parcel for my neighbor, Audrey. Since she discovered Amazon, her online orders have been relentless. I wouldn’t mind taking the odd one in, but she spends half her time at her boyfriend’s, so I’ve inadvertently become her personal postal service. But it’s not like I have anything better to do.

Making sure I’m at least half decent, I swing my door open, ready to sign for another parcel. But it’s not a delivery for Audrey.

Instead, it’s Jon Morgan, propped against my door frame, hands tucked in the pockets of his gray sweats. White Nike trainers complete with a Scorpions hoodie. The gods are clearly conspiring against me because there’s catnip, and then there are black backward caps.

Jon’s eyes rake over me from head to toe, a small smile pulling at his lips when he clocks my fluffy bunny slippers.“Nice outfit,” he teases, pushing off the door frame.

“Thanks, I made a special effort this morning.” I hold the door open, moving aside to invite him in.

Stepping through the door, Jon stops beside me, sliding a gentle hand across my hip before stepping past, and the way my body responds to his is undeniable. “It’s definitely up there for me.”

Closing the door behind me, I quickly turn and watch him stride down my hallway, his athletic ass hugged perfectly by his sweats.

“I smell coffee, baby.” Jon chimes from the kitchen while I hurriedly check my hair in the mirror above the console table, casually trying to ignore the baby reference. I look like I just got up and then decided to pull myself backward through a few hedgerows before opening the door. Oh, and there’s a smear of last night’s mascara under my left eye. Excellent.I’ve no idea why he’s here, but he looks incredible and smells good enough to eat, sending tingles throughout my body.

Stepping into the kitchen, I find him sitting at my counter, both elbows propped up typing something on his phone.

“How can I help you, Mr. Morgan?” I ask, heading to the refrigerator with no particular purpose but to busy my wandering eyes and distract my racing brain. Why is he here? “Can I get you anything?”

Jon sets his phone down and looks up, fixing me with his trademark steely gaze. “I’m here to take you for breakfast.”

“Oh, I uh, I’m not dressed,” is all I can manage, glancing down at my bare legs and sleep shorts.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Jon swipes a hand over his mouth. “I can wait. I had an early morning skate and thought I’d stop by to see what my girl was up to.”

My girl. There it is again. I can’t work out if my body’s trembling from caffeine overload or his presence, but either way, I don’t want him to leave.

“Give me fifteen.”

JON

I fight to tear my eyes away from Felicity’s ass as it sways down the hallway toward her bedroom.

I need to play this cool, but my dick clearly didn’t get the memo as it twitches in my pants. I can’t say I blame him; I wasn’t lying when I said this outfit was up there for me. She’s spectacular in tiny pink sleep shorts and a white short-sleeved T-shirt. Her chocolate hair is thrown up in a messy bun and strands delicately frame her petite heart-shaped face. She’s an absolute dream, even in her crazy bunny slippers. I can’t help but imagine her wearing something similar as she climbs into bed beside me each night.

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