Page 30 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

I wanted to show her, without doubt, that she was it for me.

But first, I wanted to take my girl to breakfast and feed her.

“Good?” I asked, watching with rapt fascination, and a touch of jealousy, as Felicity devoured her blueberry muffin.

“So good.” She grinned.

Mr. Java’s was a coffee shop off campus. It was less crowded, and we’d been able to grab a table by the window.

“So did Mya mention the Thanksgiving thing Asher’s mom is throwing?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I assumed we’d go.” Felicity smiled. “She said I can invite my parents, or I’ll see them before.”

Things with Felicity’s dad were still strained. He didn’t look at me like I’d stolen and corrupted his only daughter anymore, but he still wasn’t my biggest fan either.

“Then we’ll all come back here on Friday to watch the game.”

Fuck.

The final game.

The season close was fast approaching.

“Asher also mentioned the possibility of spending a weekend in New York after the season is over. It could be pretty romantic.”

“That sounds nice.” Felicity smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Babe, me and you, we’re—”

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Tutor boy loomed down over us, setting my jaw on edge.

“Oh, hey, Darcy. You remember my boyfriend, Jason?”

“As if I could forget. You’re big news around campus.”

“We’ve had a good season so far.” I sat back in my chair, dragging one leg over my knee. Darcy was a preppy type. Slacks and a sweater, hair slicked back, and a messenger bag looped over his shoulder. He was everything I wasn’t, everything I didn’t want to be. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder if Felicity ever wished she’d fallen for someone more like him.

What the fuck was I doing?

Felicity didn’t want someone like Darcy Bannerman. She needed someone to temper her wild spirit, put up with her special brand of crazy.

She needed me.

“We all set for our session later?” He ignored my eyes drilling into his head and focused solely on my girl.

I had the sudden need to claim her, right there in the middle of the fucking coffee shop. I shifted uncomfortably, pissed that he was invoking such a carnal reaction from me.

Now you know how Felicity feels, asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, okay?” Her polite dismissal made my heart soar.

“Uh, sure.” Tutor boy hesitated. “I’ll see you later. Jason, it was a pleasure.”

I bet it was, asshole.