Page 93 of The Future Play

She lets out a shuddery breath.

“But I guess you’re right. We can’t do that here.”

“You’re right. We can’t.” She forces a breath and meets my gaze, eyes twinkling. “Especially since I’ve got a boyfriend at home, and he’s been avery good boy.” She tugs on my tie with each word.

I can’t stop myself. I dive forward and capture her lips again, this time sinking my teeth into her bottom lip before I pull away.

“Well then. I guess you should get back out there.”

She stands tall, straightens out her dress, then quickly checks her makeup on her phone camera.

“I should.”

“I’ll be watching.” Then I smack her ass and watch her go.

She gives me the sultriest little look over her shoulder, then disappears around a corner.

Once she’s gone, I lean against the wall and let out a sigh, slowly counting backward from twenty, trying to calm myselfdown. Then I adjust my pants and head back out to the event area. It’s going to be a long night.

It was definitely a long night,and Amanda is exhausted and resting in the front seat as I drive.

It’s not until we’re almost there that she squints and looks around. “Where are we going?”

I just squeeze her thigh and smile.

Usually, we stay in the guest house on my parents’ property, which is where I’ve been living for almost a year.

But tonight that changes. Hopefully, my girl doesn’t kill me.

“Jamie!”

“Trust me?”

Her eyes narrow, and she sighs, resting her hand over mine. “Always.”

The way she looks at me says more than her words do. Of course she trusts me. I earned it. All the time spent building our foundation before we officially started dating, and the twenty-one months since, I’ve shown her over and over again.

Our first few months together were a learning curve in trust and jealousy, but with nightly phone calls, regular visits, and me constantly pushing her to share her thoughts and emotions, we got through it all.

She’s been my greatest supporter, cheering me on at every possible game and soothing me if I lose. Walking through every step of my baseball career has been better with her there. I wouldn’t be the man I am without her, and in my quest to give her everything, I’m surprising her and hoping she won’t be pissed.

The building I pull up in front of is newly renovated and looks modern on the outside, but the apartments inside are in a range of styles.

“Jamie, what is this?”

Again, I just smile, then hop out of the car and go around to her door. I extend my hand to help her out, then grab the bags she’ll need right away and sling them over my shoulder before leading her inside.

I wave to the security attendant, then head for the elevators as Amanda’s head swivels around, taking everything in.

“I don’t understand. Are we seeing an apartment this late at night?”

“Maybe.”

Seeing is a loose definition. She will beseeingit.

We get off on the third floor and I head for the apartment—number seventeen.

Amanda trails a step behind me, still tired and confused.

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