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“How do you not know it’s Evan I want to watch?” I ask, looking at her from over the rim of my cup.
My muscles tighten as I think about her partner. It’s not that I don’t like the guy; he just rubs me the wrong way. I don’t like someone else’s hands on her so much.
Even if it’s needed for theirpairedroutines.
She flicks out her leg, prodding me with her toe. “You’re such an asshole.”
I approach her, sliding my hands up her thighs. “I barely notice Evan. All I see is you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
January
"What a way to kick off the new year, here in California for the U.S. Figure Skating Championships.”
“This has to be my most anticipated event of the year, Jessica, and one I know the skaters work endlessly to leave with a medal around their necks. Team USA is looking strong with three pairs competing this year, Pippa and Evan and Molly and Zach being the two favorites to be announced for the Worlds in March. Giving them a greater chance at being chosen to compete in the Olympics.”
“Absolutely, Luke, and after winning the bronze at the Grand Prix Final at the end of last year, Pippa and Evan will be looking to make an even greater impression on the judges. The stakes are high, the competition is intense, and the heat is on."
“Ready, babe?” Evan asks, and I nod. His eyes move around the spectators, looking for someone before they land back on me. “Did he come?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my voice betraying my nerves. “I left a ticket at the box office for him…”
“Away from your family?”
“Of course, away from my family,” I hiss, taking a deep breath and shaking out my hands.
“Chill, he’ll be here,” Evan says as he squeezes my shoulder. “After what you’ve told me, he’d be a dumbass not to.”
I grimace, remembering running to Evan’s apartment as soon as I’d landed back in Colorado after the winter break, telling him everything. From crossing the line months ago to the night Evan sent him to my hotel room in France. Everything up until this point.
Everything but the small, teeny-tiny issue of me developing feelings for my sexy pilot.
Glancing around at the other athletes, I step closer. “Lower your voice.”
“What? No one else knows you’re having hot sex on the reg with your pilot, right?”
I shake my head. “You’re the only one who knows about us.”
“I love that for me. Your secret is so delicious I could nibble on it all day long,” he teases.
“You’re an ass.”
“And you’re uptight. He will come.”
My lips pull into a tight line as I nod, even though I doubt he’ll show.Embarrassment coats my arms as I think about our text exchange this week.
Pippa
I got you a ticket to the championships.
If you want it.
Mr. Sexy Pilot Man
I’m not staying in Cali. I’m just dropping off and picking up.
Pippa
