Page 123 of Wildcat
The clubface on that driver could kill a man. I wonder if this is his equivalent of cleaning his gun to let me know he has no problem disposing of my body if I hurt his little girl again.
“Hi, Leo.” Scarlett’s mom waves from the kitchen.
“Hi, Mrs. Miller. Good to see you.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Emilia?”
“Emilia,” I say to appease her.
Scarlett comes up the stairs, placing her phone into her purse as she gets to the landing. “Sorry, I couldn’t decide which shoes to wear.”
I haven’t even made it to her feet. My gaze is glued to her ass, and I’m struggling to pry it away. Her dark red dress is molded to her, pushing those perfect tits up and hugging her ass. Fuck me.
Coach clears his throat, breaking me from my trance.
“You look beautiful,” I say as I place a kiss on her cheek. I step back, afraid I might maul her in front of her parents. “Ready?”
“Staying at Leo’s tonight,” she says as we leave.
“Have fun,” Emilia calls after us.
Coach walks us to the door. Before I can step outside, he stops me with the end of his club.
Scarlett pauses to see why I’m not following.
“Be right there,” I tell her.
She lifts her brows at the man stopping me. “Daaad.”
“One minute. I just want to have a quick chat. Hockey stuff.” He waves her off.
She doesn’t look like she believes him, but I hit the automatic start on my car, and she gets in.
“You’ll keep an eye on her?” he asks, shifting his weight and leaning on the club.
“Of course.”
“We have tomorrow off.”
I nod. This isn’t news. It’s a scheduled rest day.
“But if my baby girl comes home crying, just go ahead and meet me there at eight sharp.”
I choke back a laugh. “Yes, sir.”
We shake hands, and I jog toward my car.
“And Leo,” he calls before I open the door.
I look up as his lips pull into a wide grin.
“If someone does try something, do me a favor. Don’t hit anyone.”
Tonight’s event is a formal, black-tie charity shindig for local at-risk youth. We valet and hit the red carpet. I’m holding tight to Scarlett’s hand. I don’t expect any altercations here, but I don’t want to give the media anything to use for tomorrow’s headline unless it’sLeo Lohan, Luckiest Man Alive.
We pose for a few photos then head inside where we find our place cards for dinner and roam around the room drinking and talking. Jack is here with a date, and Ash came solo since Talia is out of town.
My arm is draped around her waist, and Scarlett leans into me. I like being out with her like this, and that’s saying something because I used to avoid these things at all costs. Hence Daria’s demands to do more of them.
