Page 105 of Under the Lights

I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at him in horror. “Ourkids?” My voice pitched a little higher than intended. A beat passed. “Wait, what do you meanat least?”

He shrugged, completely oblivious. “Eh, could be closer to 75% considering you’re blonde and might carry the gene as well. Bumps up the odds.”

He was dead serious.

“Ourkids?” I asked again, exasperated.

He booped my nose. “Of course, silly goose. We’re gonna have fucking D1 babies.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Just stay calm, Sierra. It’s not worth it, not like it’s actually going to happen.

Exhaling slowly, I looked at him, pasting on my most placating smile. “Of course we will.”

He snorted again, shaking his head. “For the record — I’m well aware you’re just humoring me. You’re a terrible actress. But I know you’re gonna eat your words, Darlin’. Pretend all you want. I don’t care.”

A voice calling out behind us had both of us turning around. “Kincaid! Yo, wait up.”

A guy who I’m pretty sure was one of Dom’s teammates came jogging up to us.

“Hey, thought that was you. Not that many gingers around here.” He chuckled as he caught up, clapping Dom on the back.

He was a couple of inches shorter than Dom and a lot less bulky. Familiar, too. I was almost sure I’d seen him before, though I couldn’t place the where or the when. Or the name.

“Never heard that one before.” Dom deadpanned, pursing his lips.

I decided that now wasn’t the right time to remind him that he had once said those very words to me.

““Yo, Dom—” the guy started, then did a double take when he noticed me. “Oh. Didn’t realize you had company.”

He gave me a once-over. Nothing dramatic, but enough to make my eyebrows lift. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my tattooed giant’s perpetual grin waver for a fraction of a second.

Huh.

“Eyes over here, Rodriguez.” Dom snapped, jaw ticking.

“Damn, Kincaid. You always bark this loud when someone talks to your girl, or am I just special?”

Dom’s smirk had a dark, dangerous edge to it now. “Wanna find out?”

“Is this where I’m supposed to clutch my pearls?” I interjected lightly.

“Nah, I know better than to get between Kincaid and whatever he’s obsessed with.” Rodriguez winked at me, prompting a low growl from Dom.

He clamped one of his big hands around my waist and pulled me to his side.

Goddamn. I should not find this hot, should not be experiencing this warmth pooling at my core, like liquid desire.

Rodriguez just chuckled, highly amused by the looks of it, threw Dom a two-finger salute, and scampered off. “Catch you later, man.”

Dom stared after his retreating figure, eyes blazing, brows angry slashes, as though he was planning his funeral.

I patted the arm still wrapped around my waist. “Subtle.”

“Yeah, thing is, subtle isn’t really my style. You should know that by now.” Dom peered down at me, his gaze immediately softening.

He turned me so I was pressed against his front, feeling the heat of his body seep into mine, his hand curling around my neck.

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