Page 84 of Her Football Star Ex

“What was that about?” a deep voice said from beside me.

I turned to find Landon standing next to me with a glass of water in his hands, his gaze on me then to Chelsea.

I sighed and shrugged. “I really don’t know.”

He took a sip from his water then offered me his arm. “You can tell me about it at the table.”

So I slipped my arm in his and let him lead me to the table at the front. But as we walked, the gravity of what Chelsea had been upset about hit me.

Vincent had cancelled his date after he’d left my house.

Was it too much to hope that it had something to do with the night and morning he’d spent with me?

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“Is this seat taken?”Vincent’s voice sounded from behind me a few minutes later.

Derek and Kira had arrived after taking a few photos at the church, so the rest of the guests were just taking their seats. I’d noticed one of the bridesmaids Landon had been flirting with before the wedding eyeing him with a longing look in her eyes, so I’d let her take my seat next to him. And then I’d taken her seat—which was apparently right next to the one Vincent had been assigned to.

Gotta love it when things work out like that.

“I’m pretty sure that’s your seat,” I told him, my palms feeling slightly sweaty at the prospect of sitting next to him after what I’d just learned from Chelsea.

“Perfect.” He pulled the chair out and then sat down. And when he scooted himself closer to the table, he was close enough that his leg rested against mine.

Well, if Chelsea hadn’t wondered if something was going on between us earlier, she would definitely be wondering now.

“Is your date sitting by herself?” I asked, deciding to just find out from the get-go if what Chelsea had said was true.

He scrunched up his nose and guilt formed in his dark brown eyes. “She’s actually not here.”

“She’s not?” I raised my eyebrows, hoping he’d continue.

He leaned closer, the smell of his delicious cologne wafting to my nose.

“I didn’t think it would be fair for her to watch me stare at you all night,” he whispered, giving me a meaningful look. “So when I drove home to get ready, I called her and cancelled.”

He’d cancelled because of me.

I couldn’t help but smile, my cheeks flushing.

He gave me a shy smile in return, like he was worried about my reaction to what he just admitted.

So I slipped my hand on his leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you came alone.”

He covered my hand with his warm, calloused one. “Me too.” He leaned in closer and gently kissed me on the forehead, causing my heart to flutter before he said, “You looked beautiful walking down that aisle today.”

I turned to him, feeling breathless with how tender and open he was being right now.

In front of all of his friends.

And I decided to be brave myself and said, “You looked really handsome, too.”

He squeezed my hand, his brown eyes sparking with something. “Do you think you might be able to save me a dance tonight?”

I nodded slowly, feeling a smile stretching across my cheeks. “I think I can do that.”

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