Page 117 of Miami Ice

“Fans will often follow an athlete’s girlfriend,” Beckham says. “You’d better buckle up after we launch on social media, Cupcake.”

“But Becca is famous in her own right. She’s the ‘Falling into the Weekend Like’ girl. Add that plus Antoni? That’s a lot of followers,” Ella says.

I glance down at her follower count on Connectivity—52.7k followers.

CHA-CHING!

And apparently some of them want Georgie Jars.

Beckham moves behind me and draws my back flush with his chest. “I think your business is about to change,” he says, brushing his lips against my temple.

“I think you’re right,” I say, still awestruck that I have orders rolling in for my jars.

Suddenly I hear the sound of someone running up the stairs, and Jordan appears in the doorway. “I’m warning you now, do not eat the gravy!” he says urgently.

“Now that’s a warning I have never heard in my life,” Beckham quips.

“What? Why?” Ella asks.

“They’re getting stuff set up for dinner on the island and your mom dropped the gravy boat. Shattered all over the floor. Rick was like okay, no gravy, and your mom said absolutely not, I’ll just retrieve the turkey carcass out of the trash can and make one. The turkey was in the TRASH CAN.”

“Ew!No!” Ella shrieks.

“I mean, the turkey was on top of some paper towels, so it wasn’t touching the trash directly, but she is down there makingtrash can gravy!” Jordan cries.

Beckham bursts out laughing.

I turn and look up at him, and my heart is so full seeing how he’s handled everything today. He wasn’t bothered by the nuttiness at my dad’s house. He stood up for me in front of my mom, and then watched a very uncomfortable argument between us. Beckham hasn’t thought it was all too much. He hasn’t looked like he wanted to escape. He doesn’t look like he’s regretted going from never committing to anyone to jumping in with a girlfriend and her unhinged family.

In fact, he looks as if this is exactly where he wants to be.

“I’m putting a stop to this,” Ella says. “Come on, Jordan.”

I turn and look at her. “I’ll be down to back you up in a minute.”

She nods, and then she and Jordan leave my room. I park my phone on a shelf, then turn around and put my hands onBeckham’s face, drawing it toward mine and brushing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I say simply.

“What are you talking about?”

“You have been subjected to all kinds of crazy today,” I say. “Yet you don’t look uncomfortable. Or like you wish you were somewhere else. I know this isn’t a normal family introduction. You could date a woman who wouldn’t subject you to any of this.”

“Cupcake. If I wanted normal, I never would have wanted to date a girl who wore a gift tag around her neck on our first meeting.”

“It was a necklace!” I cry.

He grins mischievously at me. “Gift tag.”

I roll my eyes, and he snickers. But then his expression grows serious. Beckham puts his hands on my waist and stares down at me.

“What you have to understand,” he says slowly, “is that I am freaking crazy about you, Georgie. You saw through my past and all my bullshit to find me. It’s no different than me seeing past your family to see you. That’s all that matters.”

I’m freaking crazy about you, Georgie.

As his lips find mine, only one thought echoes through my head.

I’m freaking crazy about you, too, Beckham.

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