Page 54 of Winning Brynn

Anyway, my point is, the boys and I are desperate to kick the season off with a win.

"Yo, Sully!"

My gaze flicks to Arun, stretching his hamstrings several yards away. His thick, dark hair glints in the sunlight, and I self-consciously run a hand through my own. Damn, Brynn has given me a complex.

"Your hot nanny is here." He shoots me a wide, salacious smile then wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Don't let Alex hear you say that." I force a smile to cover the chaos his words wreak on my nervous system.

I knew she was bringing Salem to watch me today, but it doesn't stop my heart from beating furiously and my stomach to somersault with something not unlike butterflies.

Jesus Christ.

I'm a twenty-nine-year-old single father, and I've got fucking butterflies.

Arun nods his head toward the stands, directing my attention to where the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about watches us with my daughter on her hip, just behind the barrier.

I don't even look back at my teammate before jogging over to them. It's thoughtless—subconscious, really. It's like someone has sewn a thread through my heart and is pulling me over there, her presence drawing me toward her like we're opposite poles of a magnet.

She has her long hair tied back into a ponytail that swishes behind her as she bounces Salem up and down. When she twists, I’m just able to make out her brother’s name and number written on the back of her shirt.

And damn it all to hell, it should be the number eleven displayed there, right underneath the letters of my name in block fucking capitals.

At my approach, her perfect mouth splits into a breathtaking smile, her lips painted a dizzying shade of red to match the team colors. I'm hit with the mental image of them wrapped around my cock, her scarlet lipstick smearing over the silky skin.

Shit.

I need to get a fucking grip.

Dropping my gaze away from her sparkling smile, I drop my lips to Salem's head. "Hey, baby girl. Have you come to watch Daddy play?"

My daughter giggles and stretches a little hand out to touch my cheek.

"She's very excited," Brynn says, forcing my eyes to look back up into hers. "So excited, actually, I'll be surprised if she doesn't crash out by half-time."

Salem bubbles a loud laugh, corroborating the point.

"I don't care if she falls asleep before the first whistle," I admit. "It just means a lot that she's here."

That you're both here, I want to say.

But after the sheer panic on her face after our almost-kiss the other night, I keep the words to myself.

Behind me, Coach blows his whistle. "Sully! Get your ass back over here!"

"Oops." I grimace, flashing Brynn a bashful smile. "I better get back."

She licks her lips then purses them together to fight her own. And goddamn it, it's hard not to pop a boner right here in the middle of the stadium.

Giving Salem another quick kiss, I turn away.

"Kick ass out there today!" Brynn yells after me.

"Always." I flick her a wink. "Oh, and Brynn?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time you come to watch me play, it better be my number written on your back."

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