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"Hm?"

"After college, if we’re still together—"

"When," he corrected me, amused.

"When we’re still together…"

It was quiet for a moment and I could feel Ryan’s eyes on me. Because I didn’t put stock in the far-out future. We both knew that. And with Ryan, I couldn’t imagine it but I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.

"When we’re still together," I murmured, "I’ll make you one."

"Make me what?"

"A dad."

Ryan was silent and it was his turn to play. I nudged his shoulder and glanced up to see smoldering dark honey, gazing down at me. He cocked his head to the side, speechless.

"It’s your turn," I whispered with a little nod to the table.

Ryan’s hand went to the back of my neck in an instant. He dipped down to me and kissed me, the kind of toe-curling kiss you see in the movie. I put my hand up to his face and hishand engulfed mine, keeping me there, while he kissed me again harder, leaning into me, holding me close.

"You’ll get pussylater," Adam snorted. "Not at the fucking table."

The rest of the table burst into laughter and I pulled away from him with a hand to his chest. Breathless, I nodded to the table again. "It’s your turn."

Ryan picked up the first one from his hand and tossed it down without looking at it.

"That’s a wild card." I whipped it off the pile and pushed it towards him.

"Take it."

Everybody groaned and half of the table said they wouldn’t play the game if Ryan was just throwing wild cards at me. I rolled my eyes before grabbing his cards from him. Seven of spades worked.

"Not a wild card and I can’t use it," I informed the group.

Ryan leaned down to kiss my neck, long and slow. Completely inappropriate in front of everybody but I couldn’t find it in myself to stop him.

"I’m obsessed with you," he admitted against my skin.

I stroked the side of his face. "You’re my person."

91

Ryan

Don’t Do This

At four o’clock in the morning, I gazed up at the ceiling, running my fingers along Kassie’s lower back. Yesterday’s game was fantastic and I needed the sleep.

I couldn’t.

I slept on and off for a couple of days. Nothing stable. Nothing concrete. My fingers stilled along her skin.

In just a couple of hours, Kassie would need to get on a call with the leasing office in Florida. She had her appointment in just a few hours.

Because Kassie was going to Florida.

And me? I didn’t know. Coach Lawson’s call log was a range of different coaches across the country but there was no definite answer on where I was going. Maybe it was Florida. Maybe it wasn’t.

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