Page 128 of The Way We Collide

We did it.

That catch was incredible. I don’t have a voice anymore

Hendrix

Another squeaker. Coach was on our asses.

Where are you now?

Hendrix

Headed to the airport. I’ll be there in three hours. Wait up?

OFC!!!

I check on Haddy once more. She’s still sleeping soundly, so I grab the monitor, refresh my glass of wine, and go to the theater room to pull upLa La Land.

It’s long and musical, and it’ll distract me until he gets here. Curling up on the couch, I watch the opening scene of cars all stuck on the freeway, and I think about Wilt saying traffic reporting saves lives.

Lying on my side, with my head on the armrest, I wonder if I could merge my desire to save lives and make a difference with what I’m doing here. Being a mom and raising a responsible, productive member of society is an important job—and it doesn’t put me at odds with my sexy husband,who I love.

Emma Stone dances on the screen, singing about meeting someone in the crowd who can make all her dreams come true. I watch the actors dive into the pool as she meets Ryan Gosling dressed up like a 1980s pop singer.

She has a dream, and I know how this story ends…

“I see where Haddy gets it from.” The low voice wakes me, and when I open my eyes, excitement floods my veins.

“Hendrix!” He’s kneeling in front of me, and I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him. “I missed you so much.”

Leaning back, he slides his finger along the side of my hair, moving it off my cheek. “That’s a greeting worth coming home to any time.”

Our mouths meet in a kiss, lips parting, tongues curling. His body is warm, and his mouth tastes like minty water. He smells like heaven.

“Is it late?” I whisper as his lips trace a line along my jaw.

“After midnight.”

“Are you tired?”

“I’m getting my second wind.” The hunger in his voice sparks my own.

“Are you hurting?”

“I’ll have a few bruises tomorrow.” His mouth moves lower onto my neck, and my nipples tingle.

The air around us is hot with desire.

Turning my face, I kiss the side of his cheek. “I’m still wearing your jersey.”

“Good girl.” His low tone tickles my stomach.

I place my hand on his cheek. This man is mine. He owns my heart and my soul, and I love him from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips across his, speaking against his luscious mouth. “I love you, Hendrix.”

“Not as much as I love you, Pink.”

A teasing smile curls my lips. “How do you know?”

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