Page 73 of The Wingman

He shakes his head. “We’ve established that I’m an idiot, right?”

I laugh, and the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders lifts. The air in the room becomes lighter, and I fill my lungs. “Right, we did.”

“I want it all, Jules. The good, the bad, the happy and the ugly. I want it all with you,” he says, his love and honesty hugging my heart and putting all the pieces back together again.

“Say yes,” Alek blurts out and we all laugh. I glance up and realize he brought his teammates—his family—because he wanted to share this with them. He’s grown, changed so much since I first met him. So have I.

“Yes,” I say. He puts the ring on my finger, picks me up and spins me around until we’re both dizzy.

“Dammit, maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” he says and holds his head.

“You are an idiot,” one of his teammates yells, and we laugh again.

“Let’s get you home so I can take care of you,” I say my heart so full of love for this man that I’m sure I’m going to burst.

“No,” he says, his voice so hard and adamant, I freeze for a second. He winks. “Let’s get home so I can take care of you, show you I’ve got game.”

“I never doubted that for a minute, Wingman.”

Afterword

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Single Dad Next Door

Rachel

When my bedroom door flies open and crashes hard against the paint-chipped wall, I groan. “Go away,” I say, my voice muffled by my pillow. Not that my roommates will listen, even if they can hear me. Heck, I could scream at the top of my lungs and it wouldn’t faze them, much less send them running back to their rooms—not when the view outside my window is that hot.

Seriously though, sharing a house with four college freshmen is not my idea of a good time, not when I’m a senior and working my ass off to get into law school. But when I left NYU two months before the start of my fourth year and transferred to Penn State at the last minute, this place was all I could find—and afford. Ultimately, Penn State is where I want to do my law degree after undergrad. I just ended up here sooner, rather than later.

Someone tugs at my pillow and I open one eye to see Becca hovering over me. “Come on, Rach, he just took his shirt off,” she says. “You’re going to want to see this.”

Why oh why did my room have to come with the best view of the hot neighbor’s driveway?

“Thank God for this heat wave.” Sylvie, roommate number two, fans her face with her hand.

I groan and curl up into the fetal position. I just want one more minute in bed without every member of the house in my room. “I. Don’t. Care.” Well, that might be a lie. I like looking at the eye candy next door as well as they do, but after putting in a late night at Pizza Villa—I seriously have to find a new job—I need all the sleep I can get before class.

“Jesus, would you look at him,” Becca says, her voice a breathy whisper as she peers out the window. “Talk about slurpalicious. I could seriously lick that from head to toe, and back up again.”

“Leave,” I say on a yawn.

Ignoring me, Sylvie squeals. “He’s going back into his garage. Damned if he doesn’t look as good going as he does coming.”

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