Page 83 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“If you don’t like what’s happening between Linc and I, I'd remind you this was your idea,” I say, low enough that we don’t draw attention. “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, or what your motives are, but I’m going to be watching you. Because I care about Linc. And hear me when I say this, if I see you do one thing that’s going to hurt him in any way, you’re going to hate the day that you decided to put this plan in motion.”
She narrows her eyes at me, but Quinn interrupts before she can say anything.
“Everything okay out here?”
“Just fine, sis,” I say. “I’ll talk to you soon, Katie. Enjoy the rest of the game.”
We wait a second to make sure Katie exits before we turn back to the suite.
“Who was that snarky Ainsley? I didn’t know snarky Ainsley existed!”
I laugh as we turn back to the suite. “I didn’t either. But I’m learning a lot about myself these days.”
“Remind me to thank Linc. Whatever he’s doing, I’m a big fan.”
So am I, Quinn…so am I.
24
linc
“That’show we fucking do it, boys!”
Our sideline is fucking pumped up about that last touchdown. As we should be, it was a beautiful interception by Maddox, who ran it back sixty yards to seal the win for us.
There’s two minutes left in the game, and unless something crazy happens, me and the rest of the offense can take the rest of the game off and walk away as winners. Two-and-oh to start the season…not bad. Not bad at all.
“Fuck, yeah,” Wyatt says, slapping my back as I watch Philadelphia’s offense try to make a comeback. “Good fucking game, Linc.”
“You too. The line played out of their minds today.”
And I’m not saying that because my best friend anchors the right side. They were blocking everything, giving Bryce all the time in the world to make his passes. Which is why I had a hundred and twenty yards receiving and two touchdowns. Our running backs rushed for another hundred-and-fifty yards.
It was a great all-around game, and I hate to jinx things, but if this is how we’re going to play this season, it’s going to be hard to stop us.
Three in four, baby…three in four.
“A bunch of us are going to go out tonight. Dinner and a few drinks. Nothing crazy. Want to come?”
I start to answer him, but as I do, the Jumbotron plays one of our favorite victory songs—and it’s one that our fans have embraced. I don’t usually watch the board, but since this game is wrapped up, I let my eyes wander.
And then they pan to Ainsley. She and Quinn are dancing in the front of the suite, Brenna Campbell and Lucy Donald next to them. The crowd roars when they see the four of them, and that only doubles down their dancing and excitement. I step back and drop my helmet so I can watch for as long as the camera will let me. I know I’m smiling like a fucking fool, but I can’t help it. She’s fucking gorgeous and smiling ear to ear, having the time of her life.
And she’s doing it in my jersey.
“I’m going to assume you have other plans tonight,” Wyatt says as he steps next to me.
“Yeah…I think I’m busy.”
I don’t know who said what, but all four of them start hysterically laughing before it zooms in on Ainsley. She happens to look over to the camera and gives it a wave with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen on her before it pans away.
“This is still what it started as, right?” Wyatt asks. “It hasn’t become…more?”
I get what he’s saying, and I appreciate his choice of words. “Still the same. A few other perks, but that’s it.”
Sure…keep telling yourself that.
Wyatt shakes his head. “Just be careful, man.”
