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I take a deep breath, bite at my lower lip. I’m torn between following my instincts or backing away and playing it safe.
“I don’t know.” I give him my honest answer and wait.
His hand finds my knee and a shiver of pleasure races up my thigh as he rubs my leg.
“Now you’re playing dirty,” I tease, and for the first time all night, a smile lights up his face as he laughs.
“Whatever it takes, Hurricane.”
The waiter drops off our drinks and we decline his offer of food, wanting to be alone more than anything. A few seconds later, the waiter’s gone.
“Well? Am I out of the penalty box yet?” One of Weston’s dark brows arches high and I tip my head, debating.
I’ve never wanted to say yes to anything more in my life.
The lights sway in the gentle breeze, casting everything in a golden glow straight from a movie.
This can’t be my life.
It’s too romantic.
Too risky.
Champions make sacrifices, Harbor. They’re laser-focused on the one thing that counts: winning.
Shoving my dad’s voice out of my head, I give Weston a shy smile and pray I don’t regret this moment.
The moment I took a leap, a chance.
“We need to set some ground rules.”
CHAPTER 23
WESTON
“Ground rules, huh?” The corner of my lip quirks as I suppress a smile.
She didn’t say no.
The white string lights illuminate the pulse fluttering in her neck, warm humidity hanging between us.
“Yes. Rules. To protect our jobs—and us.” She tucks a golden lock of hair behind her ear and I can’t wait to unravel her again. Tangle my fingers in her silky strands, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as I kiss her and make her mine.
“Weston? Are you good with that?”
Even agreeing to rules feels like a victory when Harbor Hayes is involved.
“Rules?” I steeple my fingers, pretend to contemplate her proposal. Because right now I’m saying yes to anything she’ll offer me. But I’m not about to admit that. “If that’s what makes you feel better, Hurricane, sure.”
“Okay.” Her face breaks into a smile. “Good, we’re onthe same page then. So rule number one: No one can know about this. Not even your brothers.”
My gut twists into a tight knot and I huff out a slow breath, oxygen leaking from my lungs. “I won’t offer the information up freely and I’ll try to downplay as much as I can. But I’m pretty sure they’re going to figure it out, Harbor. We’re triplets. Practically inseparable from birth. Trust me—they’ll know.”
Especially since both Bennett and Callum already called me out.
“Plus, we’re living together in the rental house Gia found for us. It’s going to be damn near impossible to sneak around. Driftwood Cove’s not Manhattan.” I point out the obvious and she cringes, her face going pale at this reality check.
“Right. I suppose you’re correct. Your brothers will most likely figure it out. What if they tell someone? What if Coach Keller finds out?” Her voice tips up with panic, her teeth worrying at the corner of her lip, and I’m drawn to her mouth. I’d rather be somewhere totally private, kissing her on those glossy lips, than establishing ground rules. But here we are.
