Page 22 of Learn the Play
“Fine. Gimme.” She motions for Camden to come to her, and he leans over, falling into her arms, knowing she’d never let him fall.
“Wait, did you just…” Knox’s voice trails off, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“You keep saying we need a baby. I’m pretty sure you know how it’s done, big guy. If not, I’m sure Daddy Sin can give you some tips.” Corie smirks at her husband.
Knox stands from his chair. “Hand off the baby. We gotta go.”
Corie’s head tips back in laughter. “Sit down, Beckett. We’re not going anywhere. It will happen when it happens.”
“But we should start practicing,” he tells her.
We’re all laughing at him, but Knox is as serious as I’ve ever seen him. He’s ready for this. He’s ready for them to start a family, and from the lovesick look in Corie’s eyes, she’s more than on board, but she’s not leaving. Not yet, anyway.
“Today is family day,” she reminds him.
“Fine,” Knox grumbles as he sits back in his seat.
“Who’s been walking around with Coach Warner all day?” Landry asks.
He prides himself on knowing all the gossip within the Rampage facility. He’s buddied up with Harry, the head of maintenance, and together, the two of them gossip like a bunch of hens. But if you need to know something, they’re the two you go to. I’m certain whoever this newcomer is, it’s annoying the hell out of him that he doesn’t know her or how she fits into our Rampage family.
“Maybe one of them is his girl.” Foster shrugs.
“Nah, too young for him.”
“Age is just a number,” Sloane fires back.
“He could be their dad,” Landry counters.
“Maybe they have a daddy kink?” Rowan shrugs.
“Roe,” Landry warns, making his wife laugh.
I love that my best friends are happily married, but it’s depressing as hell. It’s been four very long weeks of not being able to stop thinking about someone who’s a stranger to me, outside of the one incredible night we spent together. It might have only been a handful of hours, but I feel as if I’ve known her for years. She’s cast her spell on me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever break out of it.
“Whoever they are, they must be important,” Landry muses. “He’s going from group to group, introducing them.”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I tell him, making sure I’m engaging in the conversation. To be honest, I couldn’t care less who Coach Warner is showing around. Unless she’s my dark-haired, sparkling-brown-eyed beauty from Los Angeles, I’m not interested.
Baker whistles. “If they are the coach’s ladies, he’s got damn good taste.”
“I mean, if he’s getting double the action, maybe he’ll take it easy on us in training camp.” Foster laughs.
“Nah,” Knox says. “He’s a hard-ass when it comes to the game, and we don’t want him any other way. We’re looking for a three-peat, fellas.”
“Hell yeah, we are.” Landry bumps fists with Knox.
“Looks like we’re next,” Baker says.
“Ah, and here we have a few more of my starters,” Coach Warner says. He goes around the table introducing everyone, and when he gets to me, I turn to be polite and freeze.
Standing next to Coach Warner is Bellamy, my dream girl. The woman I can’t stop thinking about. “Bellamy?” I know it’s her, but it comes out like a question because I can’t believe she’s here.
“R-Reid. Hi.” She waves, her face flaming.
“You know my daughter?” Coach Warner asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Fuck yes, I do.“Yeah, she’s my dream girl,” I tell him, pushing back from the table and standing. I can hear my friends talking all around me. They know from my words alone that this is her. Fate brought her back to me.
