Page 41 of Shot to the Hart

You’re sleeping in a bed with your hot boss tonight.

Ineed to breathe. Everything is fine. In.One. Two. Three.Out.One. Two. Three.

Me

Fuck. I am. OMG! What if I snore? Or he smells my morning breath? Or we accidentally cuddle?

Harley

Accidentally cuddle???

Darcy

Yes! You know how she moves closer to him in her sleep because there's warmth and they wake up with her head on his shoulder.

Sin

If Bella wasn’t sleeping in the same room, you guys would be in trouble…

Before I can respond, there's a knock on the door. Leaving Bella with her chicken nuggets and Bluey, I saunter over to the door assuming her jersey must be here. Opening the door, a young man in a Tampa Bay Manta Rays polo stands with a box.

“Hi, Ms. Roscoe. Mr. Hart asked me to deliver this to you and to say thanks again for bringing Bella to the game tonight.”

“Well, thank you,” I say, taking the box from him and closing the door behind him. I set the box down and open it pulling out not one, but two long-sleeved jerseys. A Bella sized one and. . .one for me? My heart flutters that Maverick would even think to send me a jersey as well. The red and black jerseys have Hart and the number twenty-one embroidered into the back. My phone is buzzing again.

Harley

You alive girl?

Me

Yeah, um sorry. We got jerseys dropped off for the game tonight.

Sin

We???

Me

He sent us both a jersey. . .I have to get ready, I’ll talk to you soon. Let's grab brunch when I get back into town. <3

Darcy

Yes please! Lots of love. Xoxo

Sin

I love mimosas. Kisses

Harley

I’m in. Hugs.

Stepping through security an hour later, it’s already loud and the lights are bright above us. There are so many bodies waiting to get into this arena, all of them wearing jerseys or team beanies. The smell of beer and soft pretzels wafts to me. Bella is clinging to me tightly, her little hands scrunched in my jersey, her face pressed into my neck as I make my way to concessions to grab a water bottle and snack. “Bella, baby, do you want a pretzel or nachos?”

She finally looks up to me with a smile, “French fries.”

I laugh at her excitement stepping up to the register. “One water bottle, french fries, and a soft pretzel please.” Handing the credit card that Maverick got me to the young lady with asmile, she passes everything back over and I take a minute to get myself organized. Setting Bella down, I make sure she’s got her hand on my leg and I can see her before setting the backpack down on the counter to put my card away, along with the water bottle. Looking at the pretzel and fries, I still don’t know how I’m going to do this. I know there are people standing behind me but there's no way that Bella, the food, and I are all making it to our seats without dropping something.

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