Page 48 of Need You To Choose Me

“Hi there. I don’t think we’ve met?”

I turn around at the sound of the sultry voice to find a blonde woman standing next to me. Her hair is so pale it almost looks white, nothing like Savannah’s golden strands. Her brown eyes have more makeup on than some women wear when they’re going partying. And then there is the dress and heels. Why would somebody wear high heels to a football practice? Especially akid’sfootball practice?

“Umm, I don’t think so.”

I start to turn my attention back to the field, but she slips on the bench next to me so close her leg is touching mine.

What the hell?

“I’m pretty sure I’d remember your face. Are you new in town?”

“Yes, we just moved here.”

“Well, that’s nice. Welcome to Bluebonnet Creek…” She lets her sentence hang in the air, waiting for me to finish it.

“Blake.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Blake. I’m Lucy Donovan.” She tilts her head to the kids. “Which one’s yours?”

Just then Savannah stops next to Levi. “The one with Bl—” I catch myself at the very last second and clear my throat. “The one next to Miss Parker.”

I might not want to hide the fact that Savannah and I knew each other, but I wasn’t about to blurt out our business in front of a stranger. Especially a stranger who’s her student’s parent.

Levi looks over his shoulder and beams at her, his mouth moving quickly as he chats away. Her arm rests on his shoulder, and she nods at whatever he says, which only makes him smile harder, and I can feel my chest tighten.

My boy was hungry for female attention. And apparently, it wasn’t just any female attention. He liked Savannah.

“Oh, my David is just across from him.” She points in the general direction of the kids. “I don’t know why she paired him up with that girl when he’s so talented at football.”

Oh, so her kid was the one throwing the ball with too much force to the poor girl.

Why am I not surprised?

“If good players don’t practice with weaker ones, they’ll never get better,” I say non-committedly because what was there to say?

The woman—Lacy? Luce? No, Lucy—lets out a long sigh. “I guess there is that. Your wife isn’t coming today?”

My head whips toward her at the sudden change of subject, but she blinks innocently, an easy smile plastered on her face.

“I don’t have a wife.” Before she can ask anything else, I turn my attention back to the field, just in time to see her kid throwthe ball. But instead of using the force in his arm, his whole body shifts, making the trajectory of the ball curve.

Right toward Savannah.

“Shit!”

I’m on my feet before I know what I’m doing. Thankfully, the field is small, so I cross the distance in no time whatsoever. Savannah’s eyes widen as she sees the ball coming, her face draining of all color. I jump at the ball at the very last second, my palms burning from the impact as my body rolls to the ground. The fall is hard, knocking the air out of my lungs and making my ears ring.

Fucking hell.

I blink a few times and start to push upright when Savannah’s face appears above me. “Are you okay?”

My body falls back in surprise as she leans over me. She takes me in, scanning my body for any injuries; her blue eyes wide as she nibbles at her lip. She cups my cheek, her thumb skimming over my skin, and sending a shiver run down my spine. The scent of flowers, fields, and sun surrounds me instantly.Fuck, she smells nice.

“Blake? Talk to me. Did you hit your head? Should I call a doctor? Maybe you have a concussion and?—”

“I’m fine,” I say, my voice coming out rough as I push upright. Her hand slips down, and I miss her touch almost instantly.

“Are you sure? You fell down really hard?—”

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