Page 201 of Play of Love
“Nope, we’ll just be teaching the kids.” I smiled at Josh. I thought the two of us would most like die playing football. I certainly knew that we would play for as long as we could.
However…
There was one thing that was more important to us than the sport, and that was the women we loved.
I knew I could speak for all of us when I said that.
I liked how we’d shaped up. All of us. We weren’t just crazy boy’s running with all the fame imaginable that came with playing pro-ball. We’d become men.
Though I guess I was probably more inclined to speak in reference to myself, Josh and Scott.
Corey was always the one with his head screwed on. The rest of us though needed to change.
I certainly wished it hadn’t taken me more than twenty five years of my life to see that my girl next door was the one and only for me.
There was a small tap at the door of the locker room. Evie stuck her dark head in. One of her eyes were closed.
“Are you all dressed?” She asked tentatively.
“Nope, come right in. Mrs. Gage.” Josh beamed with a wicked smile. He started to laugh and purposely whipped off his shirt.
I scowled at him, knowing instantly what this was. It was an attempt to get me back for a stunt I pulled awhile back with his Amy.
I wouldn’t have minded if the man didn’t look better than me. And, he’d gotten a new tattoo. A Celtic swirl on his shoulder.
I was forbidden to get another one, because of the promise I made Grams years ago.
“Hey.” I threw the ball back at him, smacking him in his chest.
Scott and Corey laughed at us. Evie was looking at Josh too, but she was laughing.
“It serves you right.” Josh teased, kissing the solid muscle on his biceps as he flexed. “Feast your eyes on the sexiest man alive.”
“Say’s who?” I scowled.
“Amy Mancini and FHM for three years running.”
“Asshole.”
Best to leave him. I picked my bag up and left them all, going over to Evie.
“You guys are so silly,” Evie giggled.
“Exactly, not me though right?” I took her hand and led her away from my silly friends.
“No, not you Mr. Evie.” She slipped her arm around me and gazed up at me with her beautiful, beautiful eyes. “Never you.”
“I have an idea.” Another idea. This one was for us. “How about we re-live our first trip to Italy? We could leave here tomorrow and spend some time to ourselves.”
We hadn’t really done anything since Mason arrived.
“I love it. But to re-live the whole trip? Could we possibly forget the first week?”
That first week might have been crazy, but I would never forget the image of my Evie in all her naked perfection flying at me as she fled to save herself from those lizards.
“There are parts of that first week I never want to forget. Ever.” I nodded giving her a wink.
She smacked my chest playfully, knowing exactly what I was referring to. “Gage you are devil. I asked you to forget that.” She pretended to be annoyed.
