Page 93 of Family Bonds- Emma & Warren

“I bet they would get along,” he said.

“Caroline hates talking to half the other WAGs,” Gus said, smirking.

He laughed. “Emma hasn’t met any yet.”

“She will today,” Gus said. “Did you prepare her?”

“She can handle anything,” he said confidently.

He looked over and met her eyes. She lifted her hand and waved at him excitedly and held her phone up. When others were taking pictures, texting, and scrolling through social media, he knew his girlfriend was taking notes on his career.

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“Hi. Are you Warren’s girlfriend?”

Emma turned her head from where she was standing inside the stadium halls under the stands. The team was going to be coming out to go on the field. She had her choice to be upstairs and see Warren enter that way or down here to give him a kiss for luck.

She went for being by his side since she didn’t get enough of that in her life. She could watch him entering the field from home another day.

“I am,” she said, putting her hand out. “I’m Emma.”

“Tiff,” the woman said, lifting her chin. She’d seen her on the field with other women in a group. They were laughing and chatting. Some of those women had kids, but she could tell if Tiff did, she wanted to make sure everyone knew she got herself back in shape with the red leather pants she was wearing and her child at home so she was center stage.

How the hell did you move in those things?

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Warren hasn’t brought women to games,” Tiff said matter-of-factly.

“So I’ve been told by him,” she said. She didn’t know where this was going.

Tiff put her hand up to make sure her hair was in its perfect style. Ugh, she had those long pointy claws with sparkles on the ends of them.

No way this woman worked or even washed a dish. You almost couldn’t wipe yourself without scratching a sensitive part.

Imagine the typos if she had them?!

“How long have you known Warren?” Tiff asked.

Since this woman gave off the vibes of making tea and spilling it haphazardly, she decided to play coy.

She’d been doing that her whole life.

Some could even say she was a pro at it, coming from the Bond family.

“For some time,” she said, grinning.

Tiff smirked back. “You’re going to be that way?”

“What way?” she said, keeping her smile in place. “I don’t keep track of dates.” Which was the truth. “How long have you known your...fiancé?”

The big old diamond on the left hand gave it away.

“We’ve been together for six years,” Tiff said. “We’ve got one child. DeMarcus Jr. is four.”

“But not married yet?” she asked. “How long have you been engaged?”