Page 109 of Pick Six

“Sounds good. Have fun!” Harper calls after her.

She turns to me then, a bright smile on her face, and I grab her up into my arms, kissing her and holding her tight. I hear a few whistles from the parts of the crowd that can still see us, and she laughs and buries her face in my shoulder.

“That was fucking badass, for the record.” She smiles at me as I set her back down on her feet.

“The kiss?” I pretend not to know what she means.

“The play. Obviously. The kiss is going to get you a pretty little fine.”

“Worth it though.” I grin.

“I love watching you play.”

“I love that you love watching me play.”

Another laugh tumbles out of her as I kiss her forehead. “Oh god. We’re going to be one ofthosecouples, aren’t we?”

“Might be. I’m good with it though. You riding with me?” I ask as we approach the car.

“Yes. Joss drove me.”

“Good.”

“Where do you want to go? Dinner?”

“To Ben and Violet’s to get your stuff and move you back into my place.”

“Oh, um. Okay.” She sounds surprised, and I feel a slight tingle of anxiousness at the back of my neck.

“What? You don’t want to move in anymore? I know that first weekend sucked, but in my defense, it wasn’t entirely my fault. Drew ruined it both by showing up and giving you the migraine. I’ve had the locks changed. I think we need to give it another go.” I smile at her, running my fingers along her jaw before I brush my lips over hers.

She’s so soft and sweet under my touch, and I love this woman so fucking much I just want to take her and run away with her for a while. If it wasn’t mid-season, I would. The next best thing is having her in my home again.Permanently.

“No, I want to, I just didn’t know we were doing that today. I figured you’d be tired from the game.”

“I am, but I’m more tired of wasting time. I want you with me.”

“Well, what the game MVP wants, he gets.” Her hands slip around my waist as we stand against the side of the car.

“So a quickie in the back seat then?”

She glances at the people around and back at me. “Baby steps. Besides I thought you were more into VIP crowds.”

“Tinted windows.” I tap the glass and raise a brow in challenge.

“Hmm. Counteroffer… How about we go get my stuff, go to your place, and then finish that fantasy out on your counter?”

Well, fuck. I like the sound of that.

“All right. I like your idea better.” I concede.

“I love you,” she says earnestly, her eyes going to mine.

“I loveyou, Saint. So fucking much.” I kiss her again and open her door for her. “Now, let’s get you where you belong, okay?”

“Okay.” She dots another kiss on my cheek as she slides into my car.

Between the game today and having her back—moving in with me, telling me she loves me, knowing she’s mine—I finally feel like I’m back on the right path again. Headed in the direction I should have been all along.