Page 86 of Play Book

“I know. And look at you, kicking ass and taking names.”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m trying.”

“That’s all any of us can do.” I tilt my head so I can press my lips to the underside of his jaw. “And you’re doing an amazing job.”

“Yeah, but how am I doing in the boyfriend department? I’m pretty sure I suck at that.”

I can’t tell if he’s joking or not, so I pull away a little, resting on my elbow. I look into his handsome face and run my fingers across his cheek. “I have no complaints, Canyon.”

“You sure? Because I basically come over for a bootie call when I take Ally to school, or you come to the condo, and we sit there listening to Ally complain or whine until it’s time to go.”

“It won’t always be like this. She hasn’t been here long, and we haven’t been together long. We’re all adjusting.”

“I don’t want to let either of you down,” he admits.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl. Ally has to be your priority. I’ve got my own shit going on, plus I’ll be in New York for a week coming up at the end of the month.”

“For that sitcom?”

“Yeah, this is going to be my final appearance. They’re killing me off.” I laugh even though he makes a face.

“How come?”

“I play the main guy’s mistress and I’ve been blackmailing him. He’s basically a good guy who made a mistake and he’s going to finally come clean to his wife and she’s going to kill me.” I shrug. “C’est la vie.”

“And then? What’s next in your acting career?”

“I have an appearance on a soap opera coming up next week, actually, but that’s local. And then I’m walking in a runway show—with both Cheyenne and Stevie—in May.”

“Stevie’s going back to work?”

“Well, she’s supposed to. But it’s in London, and she hasn’t wanted to travel yet. We’ll see if she bails.”

“So you’re going to London in May?”

“Yup. Why? You want to tag along?”

“If we’re not in the playoffs, absolutely.”

“Oh. Well, then let’s hope you can’t come because Harper is practically hyperventilating at the thought of you guys making the playoffs.”

“Tell me about it. It’s been a pretty exciting season. I just wish I was playing better.”

“You’ve had a lot on your plate.”

“Yeah, but they pay me millions of dollars per season to perform. They don’t care about my personal life.”

“Harper cares,” I say gently. “And so do I.”

“You’re special,” he says, tugging me up so I’m on top of him again.

“And you’re hard,” I tease, bending to kiss him.

“Yes. Yes, I am. You got a problem with that?”

I angle my hips and sink down on him. “Not at all.”

I’m getting ready for my date with Canyon late on Friday afternoon when Stevie calls me.

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