Page 56 of Resisting the Running Back

But now I have unlimited time thanks to Miller, and part of me wants to take the day off and spend it with him.

I never felt that urge with Tyler.

“Usually I spend my Sundays writing,” I admit. “But that was before when I had a job to go to, and weekends were my only time to get words in. What about you?”

“Since last night was a late night out for everyone I usually meet for early morning workouts, I don’t have any plans for the day. Want to do something together, or do you need to write?”

I glance up at him, and I surprise even myself when I say, “Let’s do something.”

“Got anything in mind?” he asks.

“Well, we could plan our wedding,” I deadpan, but he doesn’t take it as a joke.

“I was thinking about that, actually. It would be nice to have a date in mind, maybe even a location—you know, for when the media asks.”

“Do you really want to set a date when it’s not even real?” I ask.

His gaze moves from my eyes down to his oatmeal, but I don’t miss the little dart of something in his eyes before he moved them.

Is he…is heupsetthat I just said it’s not real?

Why am I getting the feeling he is?

He clears his throat. “Right. I don’t know. I just figured if we’re doing this for the media, it would look more believable if we had some plans.”

“We could do it here. Do they have chapels for quickie weddings in San Diego?”

“I would assume every major metropolitan area has chapels for quickie weddings, but is that what you want?” he asks.

He asked me that about Vegas, too.

And the answer is no. No, it’s not. Not for my real wedding to my forever husband.

But that’s not what this is.

Still, it begs the question.

What exactly is this, then?

And are we really going to go through with it?

CHAPTER 24: Miller Banks

Serious as a W2

I’m not sure how to pretend like it doesn’t hurt to have her say it’s not real after what we shared last night.

But the truth is…she’s right.

She mentioned once many, many years ago that she wanted a destination wedding. She had mentioned a cruise or a beach, and like the design of her dream ring, I remembered.

But this isn’t real. It’s not meant to be special and meaningful the way her dream wedding should be.

Still, I want to make all her dreams come true…even if it isn’t me as the groom she dreamed about walking down the aisle toward.

It felt like something shifted last night, like maybe I could finally admit the truth about my feelings to her—that I’ve loved her since the day I met her.

I got close to admitting it last night, even blurted out some truths that probably should’ve stayed quiet, and the sex definitely only made those dreams closer to reality.

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