Page 48 of Wicked Love

Penn

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS! I’ve had something to talk about this whole time. I can’t believe I almost let you guys sidetrack me!!! This is news. I only wish we were together right now to see your faces. Our man of mystery, Bowie Fox, has entire blogs, Instagram/Tiktok accounts, you name it…based on his HAIR. It’s called BHOTD. Can you fucking believe it? I hereby bequeath the pretty boy title to you, Bow.

What?

I open my browser. I can’t even remember the last time I checked social media. BHOTD. Is that the same thing Poppy said earlier? I didn’t know what the hell she was saying. I watch in shock as Bowie’s Hair of the Day pops up in small letters under BHOTD. The fuck? Article after article pops up, but I click on a video before reading anything. It’s nothingbut music and photo after photo of me and my hair. People really pay attention to this shit? I click another and it’s dozens of shots of me with a man bun. Another has me running my hands through my hair countless times.

Henley

Oh, this is rich. LOL

Rhodes

Elle is saying she’s known for a while! We’re having our first married fight that she kept this news from me.

Weston

I can’t breathe. This is too good.

Where do people come up with this shit?

Penn

From your pretty head, that’s where.

I groan and toss my phone on the island, shaking my head. My phone buzzes for the next ten minutes, but I ignore it, andthatmakes me laugh harder than anything because I know those drama queens will go crazy if I ignore them.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TIN MAN

POPPY

The sun shines brightly over the field, the small crowd forming already lively with excitement and they don’t even know what I know…that Bowie Fox will be here and possibly some of his NFL teammates. The parents of these kids are the best, so supportive and grateful for the outlet Briar Hill provides for their loved ones. We have some who aren’t as involved, but they’re not out here on a chilly Saturday morning.

My adrenaline skyrockets when I see Bowie striding toward the field, his hair looking like perfection as it blows in the breeze. Does the guy ever have a bad hair day? And oh my God, Becca is between Penn and Sam, and on the other side of him is Rhodes. I can’t believe they came, and even better, they’re all wearing Mustangs jerseys. The wow factor is off the charts. Becca’s wearing a Bowie jersey and Sam is wearing Penn’s.

The admiration I have for these players quadruples.

“Poppy!” Becca yells.

I hug her when she gets closer. “Hi, guys! I’m so excited you’re here!”

“Hey, Poppy,” Rhodes says. “This’ll be fun.”

“This is Sam Miller,” Penn says, putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Sam, this is Poppy Keane.”

“Hi, Sam. It’s nice to finally meet you. Thanks so much for coming.” I smile at the boy. He’s adorable with a mop top of thick black hair.

“Nice to meet you too,” he says, grinning. He glances over at Penn and Penn bumps his knuckles like he’s approving something.

Bowie tilts his chin up at me. He has a way of looking at me like he’s trying to sort out an equation or figure out a puzzle, and today is no different. I want to yell that I’m not that hard to figure out, but I kind of like his eyes on me.

“Weston and Henley wanted to be here too, but they had other commitments,” Bowie says formally.

I sigh inwardly. I thought after our last interaction, it’d be a little easier between us, but we’re back to being stiff with each other.

“Well, I’m thrilled that I have you guys. Thanks again. I’ll introduce you to everyone and then let’s play!”

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