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A lump lodged in my throat at her poignant but blunt words. “Right.”

“Now I don’t know about you, but along with Kolby’s ban on sugar, he’s also banned alcohol. This here’s one of the few times I can imbibe in some wine and not get scolded by my grown son. You want something with me?”

“I’d love some. Melanie?” I asked, turning to her, but she was already at the bar. Elbows propped on it, she was leaning over it, talking to Shane.

Oh Lord.

“Great,” I muttered. “All I need is her flirting with the bartender.”

“Shit,” Charlayne said. “If I were thirty years younger, I’d be doing the same thing. That man is fine.”

I kissed my dad on the cheek and took his request for some water, all while he grumbled about not being able to have a beer due to his meds. Charlayne and I met up with Melanie still hitting on Shane, flipping her pretty platinum hair over her shoulder and making it known a drink wasn’t all that was on her request list.

Then we settled in for the game, talking and cheering and laughing, all while my dad fought to stay awake. I felt bad for him, was worried we were overdoing it, but when he nodded off shortly after halftime began, I forced myself to stop.

Melanie knew what he could handle, and he didn’t seem bothered by our noise, mostly Mya’s as she entertained us all game long with her cheers and dances.

And since the Rough Riders pulled out a win over the Saints twenty-four to eight, we all left in high spirits.

We parted ways at the elevator with John escorting Melanie and Dad back to the car. I followed Char and Mya along with Ryan down to the player’s tunnel beneath the stadium so I could go home with Beaux.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BEAUX

Games were a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline rush. I usually left the game trying to decide if I needed a four-hour nap or run a marathon.

With Paige sitting next to me in the car, reciting every single play I made plus laughing about Mya’s silly antics and relaying the information that not only was Melanie flirting with the bartender, but she’d also demanded a list of all the single players under the age of thirty, I wasn’t thinking about a nap.

I definitely wanted a marathon—in the form of sex. In multiple rooms of my house.

Definitely multiple positions.

That, I was more than ready for.

Unfortunately, my big sister was trying to play cock blocker and I hadn’t yet warned Paige.

I pulled down the back alley of my brownstone and parked my truck in the garage.

Paige rested her head against the headrest and turned to me. “Have I said thank you, yet?”

“About a million times. I’d prefer to not hear it anymore. But you can keep showing me your gratitude.”

“Always,” she mumbled, opening the door and hopping down. “Always with the sex with you.”

I followed her out. “Only when you’re around.”

She rolled her eyes and met me at the front of the truck, easily slipping her hand into mine.

Once we were inside, I locked the door behind us, re-engaged my alarm system, and pushed her against the wall.

“What the—”

It was all she got out before my mouth descended on hers.

She instantly responded, curling her fingers into the front of my suit jacket, holding me to her.

“Fuck,” I groaned. We had maybe thirty minutes and I needed this to be quick. “Turn around,” I said, already guiding her where I wanted her.

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