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“You’re Clayton Wade. You barely let anyone in. You don’t fall.”

He pulls me closer. “You said yourself—people change.”

My heart thuds.

I want the physical connection, but I want more than that, too.

I want him to see all of me, even the things I’m trying not to look at.

But this is the first time he’s said anything hinting at a future.

What would that even mean? He’s about to embark on his season, a demanding rush of grueling games and media appearances, not to mention his secret ambition to land himself in a job halfway across the country.

“I spent the last month putting myself back together,” I start. “Spending time with you helped, I won’t pretend it didn’t. But I don’t want to just be someone you pick up and put down when it’s convenient.”

“I know. And I’m not that guy,” Clay says, his voice low and urgent. “Let me take you home and prove it to you.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. “After Harlan and Mari leave.”

He brushes his lips along my throat, making me shiver.

“After.”

30

CLAY

“The fuck are you doing?” I ask Miles as I join him in the dark yard.

Most of the guests are inside, dancing and drinking and celebrating. The cold evening makes the hairs lift on my arms even through my shirt and suit jacket.

“Waffles needed to use the little Frenchies' room.” I follow his line of sight to see the dog in question, wearing a bowtie and pawing the lawn with enthusiasm.

“You’re freezing your balls off out here,” Jay grunts as he comes out, Coach on his heels.

“It’s exposure therapy. Good for the muscles,” Miles tosses back.

I glance toward the window. Inside, Brooke’s dancing with Nova and Chloe.

Tonight has been something else.

Nova looks gorgeous in that dress. I wanted to drag her off with me.

To touch every inch of her.

But it’s more than that.

So much fucking more.

I meant it when I said I was falling for her. That part wasn’t a lie, even if it would be easier if it were.

She’s the person who holds me down when I’m drifting, who lifts me up when I’m heavy.

She’s the best thing in my life.

In a few hours, I’ll show her.

“Wade.” Harlan’s voice makes me turn. “A word.”

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