Page 52 of My Wife
I jolt to my feet. Why didn’t I think of that? I don’t need Jessica’s help. I’ve got this. Wait. Was I considering her help?
Mrs. Kirby gave me a veritable childcare punch card and I only have three remaining days for her to watch the kid.
Then what?
“You’re right. He is acting different,” Jack adds, peering at me. “Somehow stressed and stirred up at the same time.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” I ask casually, tossing my gear in my bag and desperate for this line of conversation to end.
Jack shakes his head. “No, like romantic stirrings.”
“What are you talking about?”
Pierre says, “He’s full of questions. But we have one.”
“We do?” a few of the guys chorus.
Pierre smirks. “What’s her name?”
“Whose name?” I ask.
“You know who. The woman waiting for you in the hallway.” Now Hayden smirks.
Jessica? I didn’t ask her to come tonight. Why would she? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Lately, you’ve been texting a lot more. Texting with a scowl on your face.” Redd smirks too.
“If I were involved with someone, wouldn’t I be smiling?” I counter.
Thankfully, Beau snorts instead of smirks. Glad one of the guys on the team is on my side. “Not you.”
Never mind.
I huff a breath because there is no chemistry between Jessica and me. I’m not interested in anything with her other than never seeing her bright eyes, dimpled smile, and plump peachy lips ever again. The best thing about her is watching her leave each day.
“Touching her butt is against the rules.”
The guys collectively gasp.
What has gotten into me? It’s like all the words the kid refuses to speak dam up behind my mouth and are pouring out. Not that he’d say that, but I did.
And. Everyone. Heard.
TheyOohandCoo, making smoochy noises.
“I meant, Bundt. She bakes.” I bolt.
However, I don’t make it out the door before Beau hollers, “We all knew. It was obvious.”
Not him too. He’s the guy I can rely on to remain mum like me. To put his full focus on the game. Then again, he got fooled into falling in love last year with a wedding planner no less. Probably a witch like Jessica.
Who is indeed waiting for me in the hallway. Her long brown hair is down and looks as smooth as silk with soft waves shifting with her movement. The woman practically hums with good vibes, radiating warmth like a human ray of sunshine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Well, hello to you, too. Great game by the way. The other team passing the puck between your legs was superb.”
I square up with her. “I don’t think you understand how hockey works.”
