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I lean down, cupping her face between my hands, her lovely, heart-shaped face with melted chocolate eyes. For a second, I only hold her, watching for the moment her pupils dilate, the moment her lips part, and then I brush my lips against hers.

Her body melts into mine, her hand tight round my fingers. I kiss her until I hit the point where if I don’t break it off, I’m going to be uncomfortable for the whole flight to Miami. The last place I want blue balls is on a plane full of my teammates.

The Uber driver clears his throat and I grin at him.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Sorry,” Kelsey echoes, completely breathless. It’s a good sound on her.

“I’ll call you,” I tell her, then greedily press my lips to hers again.

She sits down in the car, clearly out of sorts. Her silence screams how uncertain she is about me still. It shouldn’t delight me that she doesn’t know what to make of me, that she doesn’t know how to feel.

But it does because I know how I feel.

I’m grinning like a fool as I wave at the car disappearing down my drive, the light-brown head getting smaller and smaller as it goes.

I can’t wait to prove her wrong about me.

The whole flight to Miami, I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I’m going to convince Kelsey Cole that she belongs with me, at least long enough to decide how she really feels.

CHAPTER 14

KELSEY

Our normal Saturday brunch place isn’t busy at all, but every time someone looks at me, I feel weird. Like they recognize me.

It’s bizarre.

I basically half-dozed in the Uber, fell back asleep on my bed on top of the sheets, and woke up smelling Daniel Harrison all over me, the scent intermingled with his comfy, huge clothes.

And with only fifteen minutes to spare before I was supposed to meet Cameron for our weekly brunch.

My hair’s still damp from the fastest shower of my life, and I slapped it back in a tight bun and threw on my favorite caramel-colored jumpsuit and an oversized cream sweater.

Maybe I look like shit. Maybe that’s why everyone is staring at me. Wrinkling my nose, I glance down at myself.

I mean, I don’t think I look that terrible.

“Well, well, well,” Cameron says, a half-smile on her face as I walk over to our usual table. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

“Hey, I’m only ten minutes late,” I say. “Do I look like crap?” I pat my slicked back hair, cringing at how wet it still is.

“You look as hot as ever, you sexy beast. I already ordered some of our faves,” Cameron tells me, sipping a bubbling mimosa. “Speaking of sex and beasts, how was the quarterback last night?”

I stare at her. “What?”

A waitress appears and I try to slow my racing brain.

Maybe she’s fishing. How else would she know I had a one-night stand with Daniel Harrison?

“What can I get for you to drink?” The waitress asks smoothly, smiling down at me.

“Water,” I say.

“She wants a bottomless mimosa,” Cameron tells her.

“That too, and a coffee,” I agree.

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