Page 41 of My First and Only Crush

I take a deep breath. “Maybe for the same reason I’ve loved him all this time, too. I think we had a love at first sight moment before the pre-season started, and…we both kept that from each other. We did that for you, Dad. And the team. We didn’t talk about it, it wasn’t planned or anything, but last night?—”

“I don’t need to know any details about last night.” He exhales. “This is why you stopped coming to games?”

“Yeah. I think I was a distraction. I thought it was because I’d been too dorky when we met, but…maybe not.”

Dad barks a laugh. “I’m guessing not. Fuck.”

“Remember that day we took photos of the three of us?”

He makes a face. “Yes.”

“That was the day we met—again, I mean. As grown ups.”

“Jesus, Sinclaire.”

“Well, it’s true. You need to know that’s how he sees me.”

“That’s fucking obvious, thanks.”

I’m laughing now. “Okay.”

He lifts his glass, indicating we should sip.

“It’s not time yet.”

“Birthday gets its own toast.”

I give him a small smile, and we drink to the fact that I’m twenty-five now.

“He’s rich, you know.” Dad rearranges himself in the seat, nodding sternly. “He should give you a ranch as a wedding gift.”

“Ummm….”

“If he doesn’t marry you soon, I’ll be having words with him.”

“Okay, well?—”

Trick strides back toward us, his gaze dark. “Everything okay?”

My dad glares right back. “That depends on how much you love my daughter. What are your intentions?”

I slug back the rest of my bubbly and wave the glass in the air. “I need a refill!”

Trick takes the glass from me. “My intentions are entirely pure.”

I think about how he buries his face in my pussy and start laughing out loud.

“Jesus, Sinclaire,” they say together as one.

“What?”

“I’m trying to tell your dad I want to marry you, pet,” Trick says softly. “Can you stop reminding him I want to take you to bed, too?”

The entire plane joins me in losing it this time.

And then the party starts in earnest.

CHAPTER17

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