together.
“Chelsea, I didn’t tell you when I wanted to take you out. So, unless you’ve got something planned every single second of every single day, you might be exaggerating the busy thing just a tad bit.”
Chelsea’s eyes transform from narrow, angry slits to saucers. I clamp my teeth down on the inside of my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. I can practically see her mind spinning for an excuse.
Two steps above us, Lauren giggles.
“Hey! Cameron!” My attention is torn away from the sexy spitfire fumbling for her words over to Chris.
“Hey, man! How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while!” I clench my fingers around his hand and give it a shake. Behind him, Mack closes the last few steps to reach us.
“Man, you didn’t see us? My dad and I went down to the field to talk to you,” Chris points down the long staircase, “but you blew right past us. Jeez you got up here fast! What was the big hurry?” He wipes his hand over the tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“Did I? Sorry, man. I was just distracted by a beautiful woman. I couldn’t let her walk out of here without talking to her,” I smile.
Chris looks down the aisles of seats to each side of us, then up to his mother and Chelsea. “Who?”
“Thanks,” Chelsea sticks her tongue out at Chris.
“To her?” Chris points to his aunt as he presses me for answers.
“You got it, man.”
“Ugh, she’s not a beautiful woman. She’s my aunt!” Chris twists his lips down like he just took a bite out of a lemon.
“Christopher, enough!” Lauren scolds him.
“Hey Cameron, that was one hell of a play you pulled off out there!” Mack steps up, saving his son from his mother’s scorn. “And that was one hell of a workout that you gave us to follow you back up here. Man, I’ve gotten out of shape since I left the military. Getting all soft around the edges,” he smiles, clapping me on the shoulder.
“I like you better that way,” Lauren smiles at him. It’s easy to see from the twinkle in her eye that she’s not lying.
“Thanks, Mack. I can’t believe it worked.” I smile at him, but my eyes don’t stay on his face for long. I can’t stop myself from looking over at Chelsea.
“So, what do you say?” I prod her.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and bites her bottom lip. Damn she’s a tease. I want to pull her lip in over my teeth and give her hair a tug as I … Wow, I need to hit the showers.
“What’s he talking about?” Chris interrupts the silence that Chelsea is leaving hanging around us.
“I’m trying to get your aunt to come out with me, on a date.” I answer him without taking my eyes off of her.
“Really?”
“Christopher,” Lauren warns him again.
Chelsea looks around her at our small audience, then looks back at me.
“OK, how about we meet you in the car, Chelsea? Come on guys,” Lauren gives out the marching orders, “I still need to get Honor a bottle.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Mack answers following his wife up the stairs. “Good luck, man,” he mutters as he scoots past me.
“Oh, fine,” Chris sighs, dragging his feet. “Well, I hope I’ll see you again soon. Great game, Cameron,” he calls over his shoulder as he follows his parents to the exit.
I look around the stadium; there’s only a few stragglers left and us. We’ve practically got the place to ourselves … again.
“So, how about this. You forgive me for being an ass and not calling you and come out on a date with me. Then, I’ll forgive you, too.”
“Forgive me?” She looks up at me and tilts her head to the side. The way she’s looking at me, it takes everything I have left inside of me to keep my cool. I want to crush my lips into hers and strip her bare right here in the stands. Even with the few people around who haven’t cleared out yet.
“Yeah, for lying to me about being busy,” I murmur. Against her best attempts not to, she finally cracks a smile.
“Come on, what do you say?
“Chelsea, I didn’t tell you when I wanted to take you out. So, unless you’ve got something planned every single second of every single day, you might be exaggerating the busy thing just a tad bit.”
Chelsea’s eyes transform from narrow, angry slits to saucers. I clamp my teeth down on the inside of my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. I can practically see her mind spinning for an excuse.
Two steps above us, Lauren giggles.
“Hey! Cameron!” My attention is torn away from the sexy spitfire fumbling for her words over to Chris.
“Hey, man! How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while!” I clench my fingers around his hand and give it a shake. Behind him, Mack closes the last few steps to reach us.
“Man, you didn’t see us? My dad and I went down to the field to talk to you,” Chris points down the long staircase, “but you blew right past us. Jeez you got up here fast! What was the big hurry?” He wipes his hand over the tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“Did I? Sorry, man. I was just distracted by a beautiful woman. I couldn’t let her walk out of here without talking to her,” I smile.
Chris looks down the aisles of seats to each side of us, then up to his mother and Chelsea. “Who?”
“Thanks,” Chelsea sticks her tongue out at Chris.
“To her?” Chris points to his aunt as he presses me for answers.
“You got it, man.”
“Ugh, she’s not a beautiful woman. She’s my aunt!” Chris twists his lips down like he just took a bite out of a lemon.
“Christopher, enough!” Lauren scolds him.
“Hey Cameron, that was one hell of a play you pulled off out there!” Mack steps up, saving his son from his mother’s scorn. “And that was one hell of a workout that you gave us to follow you back up here. Man, I’ve gotten out of shape since I left the military. Getting all soft around the edges,” he smiles, clapping me on the shoulder.
“I like you better that way,” Lauren smiles at him. It’s easy to see from the twinkle in her eye that she’s not lying.
“Thanks, Mack. I can’t believe it worked.” I smile at him, but my eyes don’t stay on his face for long. I can’t stop myself from looking over at Chelsea.
“So, what do you say?” I prod her.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and bites her bottom lip. Damn she’s a tease. I want to pull her lip in over my teeth and give her hair a tug as I … Wow, I need to hit the showers.
“What’s he talking about?” Chris interrupts the silence that Chelsea is leaving hanging around us.
“I’m trying to get your aunt to come out with me, on a date.” I answer him without taking my eyes off of her.
“Really?”
“Christopher,” Lauren warns him again.
Chelsea looks around her at our small audience, then looks back at me.
“OK, how about we meet you in the car, Chelsea? Come on guys,” Lauren gives out the marching orders, “I still need to get Honor a bottle.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Mack answers following his wife up the stairs. “Good luck, man,” he mutters as he scoots past me.
“Oh, fine,” Chris sighs, dragging his feet. “Well, I hope I’ll see you again soon. Great game, Cameron,” he calls over his shoulder as he follows his parents to the exit.
I look around the stadium; there’s only a few stragglers left and us. We’ve practically got the place to ourselves … again.
“So, how about this. You forgive me for being an ass and not calling you and come out on a date with me. Then, I’ll forgive you, too.”
“Forgive me?” She looks up at me and tilts her head to the side. The way she’s looking at me, it takes everything I have left inside of me to keep my cool. I want to crush my lips into hers and strip her bare right here in the stands. Even with the few people around who haven’t cleared out yet.
“Yeah, for lying to me about being busy,” I murmur. Against her best attempts not to, she finally cracks a smile.
“Come on, what do you say?
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