Page 123 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

Three hours?

Shit.

No one said a word.

Christ.

He was intense.

Not to mention any plans with my wife would be off the table.

My whole body was screaming for her. Knowing Lexi Hunter was in the same building as I was—well, it was tough.

I wanted to go see her.

Talk to her.

Hug her.

The room abruptly broke out into a chorus of laughter.

I looked around, wondering what joke I’d missed out on.

The coach came over to me and slapped me on the shoulder. “I’m only fuckin’ with you, Turner,” he laughed, “saw your wife in the stands. I imagine she’s waiting for you. Get yourself cleaned up and go find her. Check in with me sometime tomorrow. Now, get your sorry ass out of here.”

I showeredand changed in record time.

I grabbed my phone but didn’t see a message from Lexi.

I wandered out into the hallway—still no Lexi.

My stomach started to twist with worry.

Had she only come to the game to show her support?

Maybe that was all she had to give right now.

Just because I was more than ready for us to go back to being a couple again—did not mean my wife was ready.

Or that she even wanted that.

So many different scenarios began playing out in my head, driving me even crazier.

Until I turned the corner—and saw her.

Lexi spotted me right away. She was still holding her goofy sign, and I couldn’t help but laugh at it.

She let it flutter to the ground, and then she ran toward me.

At full speed.

I braced and caught her when she launched into my arms. Lexi said a breathless, “Hi,” to me while I held her.

Her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Hi,” I chuckled, “that was quite the greeting.” Christ, she smelled good. I inhaled her coconut scent and let it sink in.

“That was quite the grand gesture, Trey Turner. I saw your press conference.”

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