Page 57 of Her Football Star Ex

She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “What does that mean? Did your date turn into a weekend together?”

“What? No.” I sat up straighter. “Of course not.”

“Oh.” Her expression fell. “Then what happened?”

I told her all about my date with Dave and how it had failed miserably once I knew he wanted kids and he found out I was Vincent Lake’s ex-wife. Then I told her about messaging a couple of guys on Saturday—which I’d somehow completely forgotten about until then, too. And then I told her about the creepy doll on my doorstep and how I ended up going to the game on Sunday.

“How was the game?” she asked.

I lifted a shoulder. “It was fun. A little weird to be watching it in the luxury suite with Vincent’s family, but the game was exciting and gave me a few hours without thinking about everything else going on, so that was nice.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.” I tucked some hair behind my ear. “And then Vincent insisted I stay at his place that night instead of going home. So that was interesting, to say the least.”

“You slept at his apartment?” She pulled her head back, her dark eyebrows shooting up.

I nodded, still not sure how I really felt about the whole weekend.

“And did anything happen?”

Of course she would ask that.

“Probably not what you’re thinking,” I said before she could get any crazy ideas in her head. “But we did talk about a few things that needed talking about, and…we may have kissed.”

I said those last four words quickly, hoping she might not catch on to them.

But when her mouth dropped open, I knew she’d heard.

“You and Vincent kissed?” She quickly shut the door to my office, as if to keep anyone else from overhearing our conversation, then took the seat on the other side of my desk. She scooted as close as she could then leaned over my desk and whispered, “Tell meeverything.”

I bit my lip as the memory of the kiss passed through my mind. Even though it hadn’t exactly ended well, I couldn’t deny that for those few moments when I’d been wrapped up in Vincent’s arms, I had felt amazing. Euphoric even.

Euphoric enough that I’d been tempted to take things further for a minute there.

“I’m dying here,” Kira said, interrupting my thoughts. “What the heck happened?”

“It was supposed to be our last kiss—you know, the one we would remember since I couldn’t remember the last one before it.” I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “But then I suddenly started thinking about him being with Victoria and everything went down the drain after that.”

I hadn’t imagined that scenario for a long time, him and theother woman, but even though time had passed, it hadn’t weakened the power it had over me. I’d had a visceral reaction, the force of which I hadn’t been ready for.

Kira’s brown eyes filled with sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry, honey.”

“It’s okay.” I drew in a deep breath. “It’s probably for the best since I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly at the moment and might have just kept things going until I did something I would later regret.”

Even though I’d always told myself that I needed to be in a committed relationship before I had sex again, kissing a man I had amazing chemistry with and had already experienced a physical relationship with had a way of blurring the lines.

But I had stopped it, so that was all that mattered.

“And how did Vincent handle everything?” she asked. “Because I asked Derek about Vincent’s plus-one for the wedding and he said I must have remembered wrong because he doesn’t think Vincent was bringing anyone.”

“Yeah, he told me he didn’t have a date, either,” I said.

“Do you think he’s still in love with you?” she asked.

My chest tightened and it took a moment for me to breathe again. But instead of answering her, I said, “When I explained why I freaked out, he seemed to understand and looked like he felt really bad.” I rubbed at a smudge on my desk, remembering the tortured and regretful expression on his face as we’d talked after my breakdown.

“So did you leave his house after that?”

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