Page 25 of Endlessly Yours
“You know you’re good for more,” he grumbled against her mouth, and I rolled my eyes.
“Seriously? In front of the family?” I growled.
“Go get you some, and stop judging,” Evan snapped, even though his eyes were filled with laughter.
“Be nice. And I don’t actually want to play because you guys get all sweaty, and it’s gross.”
“You like it when I’m sweaty,” Evan teased.
And then he leaned down and kissed his wife so softly that I knew that Kendall’s knees probably went weak.
It was an odd thing to see because I didn’t want to be jealous of it. Not of Kendall, but of that sense of home.
Evan and Kendall had been through their own twists and turns in their relationship, and their lives hadn’t been easy. But they had gotten their second chance with each other.
“Be careful, please.” Then Kendall moved back and glared at all of us. “No tackling my husband. You’re welcome to hurt each other, but if my husband ends up with a bruise, there’s going to be poison in your food, and you’re not going to know when. And I don’t mess with food unless I have to.”
Considering she owned two restaurants and was becoming world-renowned for it, I wasn’t going to risk anything. And I didn’t blame her for that warning. Evan had lost his leg overseas when he had been on active duty, and while he moved around easily now with his prosthetic, I wasn’t about to be the one who tackled my cousin and hurt him.
“Insurance doesn’t cover the whole prosthetic anyway, so let’s not fuck around and find out,” Evan said as he pointed at all of us.
“Don’t worry. I’m more scared of Kendall than I am of you and insurance companies,” Elliot said with a smile.
I shook my head as everybody took teams, and I found myself playing tight end against Callum and Eli’s team.
An odd little grin slid over my face as I realized that Callum and I would be the ones running against each other for most of the day since we didn’t really have a full defense.
It was our version of flag football, and maybe I’d be able to show this pretty boy exactly what it meant to be on Wilder land.
Not that I was showing off to anyone or anything. That wasn’t what today was about.
Trace, Elliot’s husband, whistled and was going to play referee. He’d had to deal with a trespasser earlier and had fallen off a roof. Just a first floor, but he was bruised enough and in trouble with both of his spouses, so he wasn’t allowed to play today.
I was just glad that Ridge and Trace ran security for the company, and I didn’t have to deal with that, especially with the clientele we hosted. We all liked our privacy.
By the second play, I caught the ball and made my way towards the end zone. But that asshole Callum took my flag before I could get there.
I scowled at him as he just grinned, even though the smile didn’t quite look right on his face. He was too jagged, too stoic for that grin. But then he went over to the water table and spoke with Rory during a timeout.
I glared at him as Rory tipped her head back and laughed.
I froze, knowing I hadn’t heard that laugh in too long. First, because it had been the month from hell, and then because she rarely laughed around me. She usually only did when she didn’t realize I was around.
We’d purposely stayed out of each other’s way because the connection, the chemistry between us was too enticing to ignore.
And now she was my neighbor.
Because I was the one who had stepped in it.
I shook everything off and went back to the game.
With the next play, Callum got me again, and I cursed under my breath as he whistled a small tune.
The others cheered, and I narrowed my eyes at Rory, who seemed to be on Callum’s side.
Well, fuck that.
When it was Callum’s turn, I got his flag, but he somehow wheedled out of my hold during the next play, and when they scored a touchdown, the other team cheered, and I ignored my team’s need to pretend I hadn’t fucked up.
