Page 115 of Roughing the Player
“Since high school. Why do you think I spent so much time at practice?”
“And here I thought you were just interested in football.”
“I was watching you, you idiot.” She makes ‘idiot’ sound like a caress.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” She bites down on her lip.
I’m going to put that lip to good use first chance I get. But first, we have to do something else. Something I’ve been dreaming about for a long time. “How about we sit on the porch and eat our pie?”
She gestures to the mob out front which, if anything, has grown larger. “In front of God and everyone?”
“I don’t care about them or anything else as long as you love me, Ellie.” And that’s the God’s honest truth.
She cups my face with her free hand. “Well then, Brock Parker, you’re bound to not care about anything for a good, long time because I will love you forever.”
I kiss her, sweetly, deeply, because the most beautiful woman in the world loves me and always has.
