Page 8 of Goal Line Love

The four of us pitch in to help with dinner no matter how much Aria insists on us relaxing, but like hell if I’m going to have a pregnant woman wait on me.

Harrison and Colt come in from grilling the steaks and baked potatoes as we sit down to a spread of freshly made rolls and salad. My mouth waters. Normally I’m good with the chicken wings from the restaurant or the frozen dinners I pop in the microwave. It’s depressing only cooking for myself, so I prefer not to.

It doesn’t take us long to dig in. After a few grunts of tasty goodness, the chatting commences.

“How’d the two of you meet?” Colt asks.

I widen my eyes and shake my head adamantly. “Oh, we didn’t… we’re not …it’s not what you think… um…”

Under her breath Aria mutters, “Oh, I think it’s something.” And she smirks.

I look at Harrison and he smiles and eats his food in bliss while I’m imagining how much my hands are going to hurt from squeezing them around his throat.

“You ready for the auction? Being the big-ticket item means you need to wow the crowd.” Colt wiggles his eyebrows. “And the ladies with the big pockets.”

“Got my tux in the car.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me we were going to an event? Is this a formal event?” I panic, thinking about how I have nothing to wear. I want to strangle him even more now.

“Just wear whatever. You’ll be fine.”

Typical male.

Aria leans over. “I got you covered. No worries.”

But I am worried. Will there be paparazzi there? Will Harrison and I be photographed together? Will it get around again that I’m sleeping my way to the top?

Taking a deep breath, I push the thoughts away and resume eating my food.

I take another bite of the steak and moan at how flavorful and juicy it is. Harrison moves uncomfortably in his seat, and I’m pleased with his reaction. Though, I don’t want to lead him on, no matter how much of a boost his reaction gives me.

“What’s this event for?” I ask.

There, a safe and easy topic to get my mind out of the gutter.

Colt answers, since Harrison's mouth is full. “Cancer research.” The room gets quiet as we all continue to eat.

Harrison’s phone rings and he glances at it. “Sorry guys, I gotta take this.” He rushes to answer the phone.

Aria pushes back from the table. “Let’s go find you a dress.”

Thinking there’s no better time, I take the last bite of my potato and follow her upstairs.

“So, where is this event?” I ask.

“It’s at the Storm Canyon Golf Course. It’s an auction to raise money for children’s cancer treatments.”

My heart melts that Harrison is auctioning off a date with himself for children’s care. He’s got a heart and a soul.

Surprising…

Aria has several dresses to choose from and I start with the red…no. Blue…no. Green… winner.

“Yes, you have to wear that one. It’s perfect on you and makes your hair and eyes pop against your lighter skin. Now I have the perfect pair of shoes.”

She digs in her closets and comes out with a matching shade of the emerald green and when I look at the same size as me, I squeal. “Oh my, you’re my fairy godmother. Thank you.”

I glance at the clock and realize we spent a while in here, and I yawn.

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