Page 88 of A Play For The Heart
I shoot him a look, but he just smirks at me, then turns away, focusing on what type of cream cheese he wants.
Maren chuckles, then rounds the kitchen island, coming to stand next to me.
“I’m glad it worked out,” she whispers as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
“Me too.”
I turn to make myself a plate when Henry shoves one in my hand. I open my mouth to protest that he doesn’t even know what I want when I look down at the plate. He put together everything I would have chosen for myself.
“I know you, Sawyer,” he says, with a wink, waddling towards the couch with his plate in his hand. Watching him try to move without his crutches is hilarious, and Maren has no shame in laughing right in his face about it.
He grumbles something about being lucky she bought bagels, then digs into his food. I follow behind them, sitting next to Henry on the couch. Halfway through his second bagel, Henry drops the bagel onto the plate with so much force it causes me to jump.
“I almost forgot!” he exclaims, looking at both Maren and me. I peer over his shoulder at her, noticing the alarm on her face. “I got you all tickets.”
“Tickets?” I ask, confused about what the tickets are for. Maren, however, figures it out immediately.
“No… no way,” she says, both excited and hesitant. Her eyes grow larger as she processes the statement and a smile slowly forms on her lips.
“Yep, forty-yard line,” he says, the grin on his face proving how proud he is.
Personally, I’m still confused as hell. Why the hell are the two of them talking about tickets?
“Can someone please fill me in?”
“The Super Bowl, Sawyer. The Super Bowl!” Maren yells, her excitement filling the room. I haven’t seen her this riled up since she won that Instagram giveaway. She won kelp pasta. It tasted horrible and our apartment smelled so bad I nearly vomited, but it didn't dim her excitement for winning.
In all honesty, I had forgotten the Mavericks were still in the playoffs. After Henry got hurt and then everything happened, I stopped watching. There was no point. I didn’t want to potentially see him on the screen and then burst into tears. My emotions were volatile, and I did not trust myself. So, I removed all temptation.
Henry turns to me. “Will you go?”
“Yes, of course we’ll go!” Maren responds, jumping off the couch and launching herself at him. His quick reflexes allow him to catch her, pulling her into a hug. From the hug alone, I know how excited Maren is about this. She’ll probably cause a national shortage of eye black.
He chuckles at her burst of excitement. She peels off and immediately grabs her phone, looking at the time.
“Shit, I gotta go to work.” She grabs her bag and keys and heads towards the door. “Super Bowl!” she yells one last time as she shuts the door.
Laughing at her ridiculousness, I turn towards Henry. “Maren already answered, but yes, I’ll go.”
“Nathalie, too. I already booked everything.” I quirk my eyebrow. How did he manage to plan and book everything when we weren’t speaking before last night? He looks sheepish. “I booked it all on my phone last night after you fell asleep.”
I lean in, placing a kiss on his lips, my hands cradling his face. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. My love for him grows with every new thing he does. He didn’t need to get tickets for them or book anything for us. But he did. Because they mean something to me, which means they’re important to him. He basically made Maren’s year. There’s no way I can top this.
“Love you,” I say against his lips, kissing the smile that forms on his face. I pull back, grabbing our plates and placing them in the kitchen. “I have to get ready for work, and you need to get to the practice stadium.”
CHAPTER 37
“Watch as our world has begun”
Light My Love—Greta Van Fleet
Henry
SawyerandIhavebeen glued at the hip for the last ten days. Every moment she’s not at work and I’m not at practice, we're together. Hanging out. Making up for lost time. Every day I’m with her, I’m grateful. I don’t want to spend a single moment away from her. Three weeks was enough time.
I did not want to leave her this morning to head to Dallas. The Super Bowl is being held there this year, and the team is leaving two days before the girls are. Maren hasn’t stopped talking about the game since I told her I got tickets. She has sent no less than ten text messages asking about the game. I didn’t realize how easy it would be to get on Maren’s good side. I’m positive I cemented my position in her life with those tickets.
They all seem excited, and knowing Sawyer, she has a whole itinerary planned of things for them to do in Dallas. Even injured, I’m amped up for the game. My energy buzzes right beneath my skin.
