Page 65 of Her Football Star Ex

Not many.

And even though we’d learned the choreography in the matter of a weekend, we’d danced in our kitchen to the song many nights over the next years.

I couldn’t remember exactly when we’d stopped dancing together, but I was pretty sure it happened around the time we lost the baby and I’d sunk into a bad depression, throwing myself into my work and caring for Jaxon.

And then of course, we’d gotten divorced and hadn’t danced since then.

But even though it had been a long time, the memories of what Vincent had done for me were as vivid in my mind as if they’d happened yesterday.

He really had loved me at one point. And I’d loved him back.

The wedding planner stepped up to me and Landon, breaking me out of the memory.

“When they reach the second-to-last pew,” she said, gesturing to Kira’s sister and Derek’s brother who were walking down the aisle together in front of us. “It will be time for you to follow.”

Right.

I blinked my eyes, trying to re-center myself back in the present moment. It would be embarrassing if I messed up the whole wedding procession because I was too busy daydreaming about the highlights of my past.

When the couple in front of me were about ten feet away, the view ahead had cleared enough that I could see Derek and Vincent standing in the front of the chapel.

I sucked in a breath at the sight of Vincent. He was wearing a dark blue button-up shirt with the style of jeans that I’d always wanted him to wear on our date nights in the past because they looked so good on him.

And he’d gotten his hair cut since I’d last seen him.

Crap! He really wasn’t supposed to look this good tonight. Not when I was trying to put off figuring out my feelings for him and just getting through the weekend.

But even though I’d been ogling Landon just a minute ago, he really had nothing on my ex. Because Vincent Lake had always been in a league all his own.

This was going to be awkward walking down the aisle to this song with him watching me.

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“Thanks for beingsuch a great sport about all of this,” Kira told me when we were done with the rehearsal portion of the night. “I know it wasn’t your favorite idea to be in the wedding party with Vincent, but Derek and I really appreciate you being here with us.”

I smiled at my friend. “It’s no problem. I’m happy to be here.”

Which was true.

Sure, my legs had wobbled all the way down the aisle as I tried not to look at Vincent—albeit unsuccessfully since I was stupid and wanted to see if he was watching me at all, or see if there was any sign that he was remembering us dancing to the song.

And though he hadn’t been looking at me every time I glanced his way, he had looked my way enough for me to at least feel noticed.

When we were all standing in the front, while the pastor went over what Kira and Derek would need to do during the ceremony, I’d found myself watching him and remembering the day we’d vowed to love and cherish one another for the rest of our lives.

I’d only teared up a little at that part. And I didn’t think he’d noticed.

He and Derek walked into the foyer of the church just a few feet away from Kira and me, and when they saw us, they walked over.

“How is my bride feeling?” Derek put his arm around Kira and kissed her on the forehead. “Getting cold feet yet?”

A wide grin stretched across Kira’s cheeks. “My feet have never been more toasty.”

“That’s good.” Derek squeezed her close again, and I couldn’t help but smile at them. They were so in love. And it warmed my heart to see my friends so happy.

“You two are coming to the dinner at Rioja?” Derek asked, eyeing Vincent and then me.

“Of course,” I said. “You know I love that place.” Rioja had the best Mediterranean food in Denver, and I had been looking forward to eating their Petaluma chicken ever since Kira told me that was where the rehearsal dinner was going to be held.

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