Page 21 of Remember Me

Devin squinted at me. “You sure? You’ve looked like you’re gonna throw up since you walked in here.”

“It’s just… a big day.”

He raised a brow, slow and knowing. “The game or the proposal?”

I blinked, startled. “What?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, please. You think I don’t know? You’ve had that box on you since Wild Card weekend. You split a sky box with me and then bought the one next to it. No one drops that kind of money just to let their girlfriend’s cousin sit in comfort.”

I let out a slow breath and dragged a hand down my face. “I didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“It’s not. To most people. But I’ve seen you go head-to-head with guys twice your size without blinking. The only time you look this nervous is when Aster’s involved.”

He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, firm and grounding. “So? You gonna do it?”

“If we win.”

Devin stared at me for a beat, then nodded. “Then we win.”

I smiled, but the nerves still clawed at my chest. “You think she’ll say yes?”

He looked me dead in the eye. “I think she already has. You just haven’t asked yet.”

For a guy who hit like a freight train, Devin had a way of making things sound so damn simple. And maybe they were.

“Thanks, man.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He turned back to the board. “We’ve got four quarters to get through first. No hero ball. Stay patient, stay in rhythm, and trust your line.”

“I always do.”

He grinned. “Good. Because I plan on watching you get your ring tonight—and I’m not just talking about the one on your finger.”

I let out a short laugh, the weight in my chest lifting just a little.

One game. One girl. One perfect shot.

I could do this.

Chapter Six

Matty

I thrummed the steering wheel and looked over at Britt, who was gnawing at her bottom lip nervously. I had no idea why. My wife was glowing. More beautiful than the day I met her, and she was living her broadcasting dreams, letting me come along for the ride. To say I was proud of her would be an understatement.

“Everything okay, B?” I asked, just making out the worry lines wrinkling her forehead before she glanced out of the passenger window. “Are you still feeling nauseous? I was hoping that had calmed down a little. Do you need me to pull over? Drive slower? Granted, I’m not sure I could go any slower than this traffic, but I’d try for you.”

Her hand instinctively dropped to her flat stomach, and she turned to me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m good. Everything’s fine.”

“Mhm. Then why is your leg shaking? Worried that the Atlanta fans are going to spot you in the Charlotte team’s box and start a riot? I wouldn’t blame you. Those fans can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.”

“I would be. Those fans can be vicious.”

“Not as vicious as when they found out my brother plays for their biggest rival.”

I winced, remembering sitting in the stands the day Max beat the Atlanta Armadillos in a near-perfect game during their post-season run. Fantastic for him, but Britt took a lot of flak for that. Either way, she survived, and the fans love her again. How could they not? She was perfect in every way.

She laughed lightly, her thumb still gently rubbing her belly. “No baseball fan is going to spot me in a football game box and care. I’ll be fine.”

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