Page 80 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

“You haven’t even sat down with my father yet. You might not want to join this family.”

“I would’ve had a meal with him before the playoffs. And I got him for a while to show him I’m not some asshole that is here for headlines.”

“Playoffs are next week.”

“Yep.”

She props a hand on her hip. “Are you going to ask him for my hand?”

My nose wrinkles at the thought.

It’s not ideal—for me.

However, I get it. She just got her dad to quit a team he’s been on for over a decade, and they’re mending that argument. Another secret or reckless move—as he would see it—will get her right back in hot water with him.

“I’ll ask if you agree.” I shake my head. “No, I’m still gonna ask.”

Rory tries her best to hide her smirk but fails. “Wells, I want him to like you.”

“He will.”

“And, when he does, you want us to spring an engagement on him? We haven’t been dating a year—”

“Do you need a year?”

“No.” She gives me a small smile, and there’s that. I get everything she’s saying; I’m just impatient as hell to slap my last name on her for real, for real. “Three months. Give him some time to warm up to you.”

“Two.”

“Two and a half.”

“Two months and two weeks, my final offer.”

Rory gives me an exasperated smile but nods. “Alright, fine.” She rolls her eyes then. “Negotiating my engagement, let’s not tell our grandkids.”

“I think it’s a bomb idea. You’re the one who won’t let me do it now.”

“I’m trying to save your life.”

I reach out for her and pull her flush against my chest. “Sorry to say, I could take your dad. However, I get it. I’ll wait.”

“Thank you,” she mutters, rising on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. Leave it to me to lick at them and amp it up for a few seconds because I can’t help my damn self.

This woman is intoxicating as she is beautiful. And I’m only a man, after all.

Then she slaps my ass.

“Go on and get dressed. You promised food.”

“Mhm.” I steal another kiss and force myself to back away from her before I really make Coach Sellers have it out for me. “Be out in ten.”

“Sounds good.”

Taking a few steps back, I keep her gaze when I say, “How about two months and one week?”

“Go,” she cries out with a chuckle as she covers her mouth.

I wink at her and head back into the locker room to get my gear off before quickly showering. Looks like I've got even more reason to win her father over now. The two months and two weeks that I was just awarded is where I’m going to make that man love me.

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