Page 60 of One Last Chance

“But what about the kiss between you and her on the field? I saw it with my own eyes. I felt betrayed, I felt lied to, and I couldn’t be with someone who lied to me.”

“So that’s why you left?” he asks.

Looking outside, the memory of the hurt I felt when I saw them kiss and how I had to get out of there as quickly as I could, returns full force.

Soft fingers lift my chin, forcing my eyes to look at him.

“Shekissedme, and if you stayed around long enough, you would have seen me reject her.”

Could it be true?

Did he really reject her?

Domenic squats in front of me, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s right, Chloe. I rejected her. After our win, I went to Coach’s office and told him that Cassandra and I were over and to expect a call from Mr. Miles because I might be off the team.”

Widening my eyes, I place my hands up to my mouth in shock. “Oh, Domenic, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

He shrugs. “How could you?”

“Wait,” I reply, placing my hands on my lap. “What did Coach say when you told him?”

He looks away when he says, “He told me he will do what he can to help.”

Standing in surprise, Domenic grabs my hand in his.

“Please tell me I’mnotthe reason for you possibly being kicked off the team.”

“Chloe, please sit.”

“But—”

“But nothing. Just sit,” he demands.

I do as he says and sit back on the couch, anger running through me at the thought he might have lost a spot on his team because of me.

He squats in front of me again. “Chloe, you arenotto blame. I want to be with you, and if that means moving to another team, then so be it. I can play anywhere. Actually…” he adds, smiling warmly. “I’ve just accepted a position as quarterback for the New York Giants next season.”

“Wait… did you say the New York Giants?” I ask in disbelief.

Nodding. “That’s right,” Domenic confirms. Then he gets up and walks toward the window where he looks out over Madison Square Garden.

“I could get used to this.” He smiles as he looks at me over his shoulder.

“Wait… Domenic?” I ask, confused, standing, and padding my way to him. He turns around to face me and places his hands on my waist. “Are you saying you’re moving to New York?” Hope fills me, and my heart beats rapidly.

“That’s right, baby. I’m officially a New York Giant.” He flashes his white teeth, and I jump into his arms. He laughs and wraps his arms around me. Pulling back, I look deep into his eyes. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, baby, I am.” He leans in and kisses me softly.

My hands run through his hair, and I pull my legs up to wrap around his waist.” Suddenly, a thought comes to mind. So, I pull back and look down at him.

“Where will you live? We need to find you a place?”

Raising a brow, he suddenly turns serious, concern written over his face. “I… I was hoping…”

“What is it, Dom?” I ask, cupping his cheek.

“Well… I was hoping I could move in here… with you.”

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