Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Everyone drinks; Magnus’s teammates come up to him to congratulate him. Noel shakes his hand and says something in his ear before clapping him on the back.
When we finally get a moment alone, Magnus gives me a puzzled look.
“What did Jules mean about you getting your number one?”
“Oh, nothing. Just a figure of speech.”
He furrows his brow. “I know a lot of American figures of speech, and I’ve never heard that one.”
I look away, hoping to find something to distract him with.
“Why are you blushing?” he asks, even more interested now. “What did she mean?”
Fucking Jules. I love her, but I also want to punch her in the tit right now.
“It’s just ... a thing, from a while back. Not a big deal. I should—”
“Just tell me. Is it something about another guy?”
I laugh and say, “No. But it’s embarrassing. My sister was an asshole for bringing it up.”
“Is it something I’ll like?”
I roll my eyes. “Probably. But I already give you like a dozen compliments a day, isn’t that enough?”
“Blair. Tell me.”
His tone is playful, but I can tell he really wants to know.
After a sigh, I say, “It’s nothing. When she first got her job with the team, I made a spreadsheet of all the single guys on the team. It was for her, not me. And you were, you know ... the first one on it.”
His brows fly up, his grin amused. “I was your number one pick?”
“You look good on paper and in person; what can I say?”
He kisses me, still smiling. “I only hope I can live up to being your number one.”
I squeeze his hand gently. “You more than live up to it, Magnus Lundgren. Now let’s get back to our party.”