Page 124 of Game Changer
My bottom lip quivers.“I don’t know what’s going on,” I whisper.I twist my fingers together.My gaze bounces back and forth between the two men.Steve seems to be calming down.Jax is…unruffled.
“I don’t either.”Steve scowls.
“I do.”A slow smile slides over Jax’s face.
Someone appears around the corner of the tent.“What the hell are you doing back here?You guys are up.Get out here and sign some autographs.”
“Oh my God.”I press the heel of my hand to my forehead.
“Be right there, Modi,” Steve says.He steps away from Jax.“Are you okay, Molly?”
“I’m…” I float a glance Jax’s way.“I’m not sure.”
Steve turns a glare on Jax.“She’s not sure.”
“It’ll be okay.”Jax moves to me.He cups my face in both hands and, nearly nose to nose, he stares into my eyes.“It’ll be okay.Got that?”
I nod slowly, mesmerized by the affection and heat I see in his dark eyes.
He presses his lips to my forehead in a long, tender kiss, then draws back.“We’ll talk when I’m done.Okay?”
“Okay.”
I’m blinking rapidly.My heart thuds against my ribs and my hands are shaking.I glance at Steve, who has looked away, his jaw tight, then I follow him and Jax back to the table where fans are waiting.
Blade returns with an ecstatic Josh and Cam, who are carrying T-shirts and pennants.
“We need to get these autographed!”Cam says.
“You guys have Steve’s autographs,” I remind them, tapping the big number of the back of Cam’s jersey where Steve signed it last year.
“We’ll get Jax Wynn’s, then!”
“Okay.”I get in line with them.
The boys are bouncing with excitement, and I’m vibrating with nerves and uncertainty.What did he mean, he fell for me?What, what,what?
When we get to the front of the line, the boys hand their pennants and shirts over to Jax.
“These are my nephews,” I tell him.I set a hand on Cam’s head.“This is Cam.And this is Josh.”
“Good to meet you, guys.”
“You too!”They both nearly shout.“You’re a great right-winger!”
“Thanks, guys.”
“I can’t wait till your first game!”Josh says.
“Yeah, same.”Jax grins.“The start of the season is exciting.”
“I’m so glad you’re playing,” Josh says, aware that Jax almost missed training camp.
“Me too.”Jax’s smile turns wry.He meets my eyes over the heads of the boys.
Once again, our gazes hold.I’m a buzzing ball of nerves and confusion.I don’t know what’s happening.
Steve’s signing a jersey for another fan, and he glances up.He gives me a wry smile and a nod.
