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“Seduce you? Romance you? Make you hot and bothered? Show you I’m irresistible so you can’t imagine your life without me in it. You get the idea,” he said with the cockiest, self-assured smile, as if this was only a matter of time. He leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss. “Because you already have wooed me, seduced me, romanced me, made me hot and bothered. You are irresistible, and I can’t imagine my life without you. And the beautiful, amazing part of all of it is you haven’t even tried. It’s just because you are my Kelcie.
My Kelcie.
I’d never bought into the possessive type of guy, but…yeah, I wanted to be his Kelcie. Hearing those two words out of Shaw’s mouth had me ready to hand over my heart, my soul, and my future to him right now.
Instead, I claimed him. I grabbed him by the head and dragged him to me, kissing him the way I’d always wanted to kiss him. My hand fell on that amazing chest I so wanted to explore.
He let me take the lead for a hot few seconds before his hand dove into my hair and demanded control. He moved to the sofa, pulling him on top of me. It was slow and deep and unimaginably intense because it was so goddamn full of meaning.
This wasn’t us just trying on a relationship to see if it fit. This was us finding the courage to admit that being together was essential to both of us.
And with the blaring ring of Shaw’s phone on the table, the real world reminded us it was still there, waiting to be dealt with.
We slowly came back down to reality. I immediately thought of Aaron. Crap. He could walk in any minute and see us like this. That was not a good idea. We needed to get a better grip on what was happening before we introduced this idea to him.
I stood. Shaw’s phone continued to ring in a special ringtone I hadn’t heard often.
“Goddammit,” Shaw said, leaning over and reaching for the phone. He stared at it, then said, “Give me a moment. I have to get this.”
I began backing to the door. “That’s okay. I need to go back and check on Aaron before he decides to drop in on us.” I tossed a thumb signal over my shoulder. “Come over when you’re done, and we can watch the games with him.
He nodded then stood, answering as he walked into the kitchen, “Yeah, Yaz.”
Yaz. His agent.
And there was another hurdle for us. He had to get back to Charlotte. There wasn’t much keeping him here in town, and the team was going to want him back, regardless of whether he was starting. They were heading into the playoffs soon, and he needed to get back.
And when he left, we’d be right back where we were before. What would happen to us then?
28
Shaw
Yazmine Silva was the head of YES—the agency that represented me—and a beautiful ballbuster. As such, she didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She just jumped into it.
“So, we’ve got two issues—well, three, really.” I heard her power heels clapping on the floor in the background at a clipped pace. She was obviously calling me in between meetings. “One, Smitty wants your boy back on his podcast ASAP. He said his subscribers’ rate jumped by 30% with that week’s episode. So, what’s the deal with him? Are you dating his mother or something? I’ve only caught a few minutes of it, but I can tell he’s adorable and wicked smart. You need to talk to his parents about representation, and then we can get into negotiations.”
“Wait, what?”
“The boy. Smitty wants the boy back on air. They are thinking of creating a segment with him for Fantasy Football followers. Many of his latest predictions have hit, and Fantasy Football blog pages are actually posting his picks. He’s trending as #footballkid and #Shawsson. Social media accounts are blowing up with discussions of his analysis, and he even has other professional analysts legitimizing his thought processes.”
Seriously? A smile tugged at my lips. “That’s my boy,” I said softly. Wait. What? “The hashtag is #Shawsson?”
The background noise on the other line went silent, and irritation and a tinge of panic laced her tone. “Holy crap. Shaw, is he your child? I thought it was?—”
“No. No. Nothing like that.”
“Okay.” The sound of her footsteps started back up as she stressed, “If there is anyone out there who can call you Daddy, I need to be your first call, got it?”
“Excuse me?”
“That came out wrong. You know what I mean,” she said, annoyed at my innuendo.
“Of course,” I agreed, mollifying her. I didn’t need Yaz poking at me any more than what she was about to do.
“The next item on my list: your former girlfriend is making waves. I guess her fifteen minutes of fame wasn’t as profitable as she had hoped it would be, and she wants a settlement out of you for your break-up.”
“You can’t be serious. She left me—cheated on me, technically.”
