Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Thank you for the invite. I’ll talk to Landry and see what he wants to do.”
“It’s settled, then.” Ridge laughs. “We know Landry likes to eat.”
We all laugh because he’s right. My brother has a love addiction to food. He’s not picky. I’ve never heard him say he doesn’t like something. Maybe when he retires from the league, he can be a food critic who travels worldwide.
Matt, Tyler, and Ridge recap the game while the six ladies sit and talk about everything from Everly’s wedding to where everyone wants to go to dinner to everyone’s careers. The conversations are easy, and I can see a lot of Knox in his family. I’m glad I came.
Finally, an hour later, the door to the suite opens, and Knox and Landry stroll in with Reid, Baker, and Foster on their heels. They all seem to know each other and say their hellos.
“Well, how was suite life?” Landry asks, pulling me into a hug.
“Good game, and it was a fun time. Thank you for organizing.” I hate giving him the credit, but I’ll make it up to Knox later.
“Thank Knox, it was his idea. I just ran with it.” Landry shrugs.
“What did I do?” Knox asks, joining us after saying hello to his family.
“The girls being here was your idea.”
“Better than being out in the rain.” He points over his shoulder to the field. “Are you all ready to head to dinner?”
“Is that a real question?” Landry asks.
“We better head out before Landry starves to death,” Tyler teases.
“Hey, I earned it. Did you not see what I did on the field today?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Reid grumbles. “Let’s go.”
The room clears out, and I watch as Sloane starts a conversation with Landry about the last play. Knox and I are the last two to step out of the suite. With his hand on my hip, he leans in and whispers. “You look beautiful, Corie girl.”
I smile at him over my shoulder. “Thanks, Sloane worked her magic.”
“It has nothing to do with your hair or makeup or that you’re wearing the wrong name and number on your back. It’s just you.”
“Reynolds is my name, you know,” I tease him, brushing off the compliment.
“It won’t be forever,” he says, squeezing my waist before stepping away just in time for his dad to turn and ensure we’re following them. “We’re coming, old man,” Knox teases.
His dad grins and shakes his head as he tosses his arm over Kendall’s shoulders. We follow them out of the stadium.
I ache to kiss him. To wrap my arms around him and tell him, Good game, but I refrain. There will be time for me to do that later at his place, away from prying eyes. Still, I can’t resist leaning into him and whispering, “Good game, Quarterback.”
Knox smiles. “Thanks, baby.” He lifts his hand as if he’s going to reach for me, and quickly drops it. The look he gives me tells me we’re on the same page. This situation is not ideal, but we’ll handle it like all the ones before it, and count down the minutes until we’re alone.
I’m glad that Reid, Foster, and Baker are joining us. I’ve been around the group of guys well enough to know they’ll carry the conversation. Not only that, but it’s sure to be a good time anytime they all get together, and coming off a win after a touch-and-go game like it was tonight, they’re bound to be fired up.
Chapter Twenty
Knox
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We’re all sitting at dinner. It’s loud and chaotic. It’s also a tradition after home games with my family. Sometimes, it’s just my parents, and other times, it’s all of them. It’s always a good time, but I can’t help but think that tonight is the best one yet.
I’m positive it has everything to do with the beautiful woman sitting beside me, with her thigh pressed to mine. I don’t know how we managed to make it happen, but Corie is next to me. I’ve caught myself more than once, starting to lean in and kiss her temple or toss my arm over the back of her chair to play with the silky strands of her hair. Thankfully, I caught myself. I have to settle for my leg pressed to hers; it’s small, but it’s something.
Foster stands, and I know he’s going to pay the bill. Foster, Baker, Reid, Landry, and I always take turns picking up the check. My dad and uncles moan and groan every single time, but this is something we can all easily afford to do, and we enjoy it. Besides, not all of the guys have the huge family support system that I have. Mine make them feel like they’re a part of us, and that’s worth more than the price of a meal here and there.