Page 117 of Cloudless
The sound of cabinet doors opening and closing fills the room as Mace looks through his stash. “What do you guys want for dinner tonight?”
“Guys!” Dax’s booming voice and beaming smile pull everyone’s attention. “I’m pretty sure I just met my future wife.”
Even Wyatt’s brows raise with Dax’s declaration. “You just happened to meet your future wife on your way down the stairs?”
Dax rolls his eyes like Wyatt is the ridiculous one. “No. I met her in the living room.”
Wyatt nods his head as he crosses his arms. “Oh, okay. Because that makes way more sense.”
Dax nods as his smile grows. “It does, though! She’s here for book club.”
Mace crosses his arms as he abandons his search. “Oh yeah? What’s her name?”
I can practically see the hearts in Dax’s eyes as he leans against the counter. “I have no idea.”
Posey bats her eyelashes as she swoons in her seat at the kitchen counter. “Aww! Dax is in love!”
Jasper wrinkles his brows as he takes another long lick of his popsicle. “Eww. I’m sorry, Dax. That sounds awful.”
My palm connecting with Dax’s shoulder sends a loud clap through the kitchen. “Well, come on! I want to see your future wife.”
Mace rubs his hands together. “Ah, yeah. This should be good.”
Wyatt rolls his eyes, despite abandoning his seat to follow us to the doorway. The girls' voices grow from a distant murmur into recognizable words the closer we get.
Lila’s laugh sends a bolt of lightning through my spine as a smile blooms on my face. “I loved that part! I can’t believe he would just abduct her like that!”
I raise a brow as I whisper over my shoulder. “Well, which one is she?”
He grins as he strains to see around me. “The one in the pink shirt.”
For the first time, I get a good look at the two strangers sitting on the couch across from my girlfriend and sister.
There’s a girl in a black shirt with deep red hair. Her stern brows remind me of a female Wyatt as she sits back to observe the conversation happening around her.
The girl in the pink shirt, however, laughs quietly along with whatever Ellie just said. My sister’s boisterous laugh almost drowns out her gentle voice.
Her stick straight, black hair is pulled back in a ponytail that sways behind her as she covers her mouth to laugh.
Her vaguely familiar brown eyes sparkle as she blushes from whatever Ellie just said.
Why does she look so familiar?
“Oh, shit.” Wyatt’s voice sends all four sets of eyes looking his way.
Dax elbows Wyatt in the ribs with more force than necessary. “What? What’s wrong?”
Wyatt inclines his head to where the girls still sit, completely unaware of our observation. “That’s Coach’s daughter, man.”
Dax’s smile falls, and his face turns a sickly shade of white. “Coach’s daughter? As inourcoach’s daughter?”
Of course. I must have seen her in the family photos Coach has lining his office.
Wyatt nods as he pats Dax’s shoulder. “Sorry, man.”
Mace’s eyes fill with sympathy. “That’s too bad, Dax.” Mace wrinkles his nose as Dax glares at him. “There’s more fish in the sea, though, right?”
Dax lets out a long breath as his eyes return to the girl who's captured his attention. “Yeah, I guess.”
