Page 96 of Lucky Baller
“Hold up, Number Eighteen. I think you’re rushing the pass a little.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I love that you know football. Have I told you that?”
“You have.” I chuckle. “Although we’re going to have to hold off for a bit.”
“Why’s that?” he asks. His eyes are soft as he stares down at me.
“Well, it just hit me that I’m going to be married to a Cougar. I think I need to take some time and ponder this agreement.” I hold up my hand and wiggle my fingers, showing off my engagement ring. “I at least need to let AJ have a—” He cuts me off with a kiss.
“Mine, Tessa. You are mine. You are a Cougar. Our babies will be Cougars.”
“I can still cheer for the Mavs, right? You know, some good, healthy competition?”
“As long as you have my last name and you’re wearing my jersey, I will concede some cheering for the opposite team. However, not when we play them.”
“Deal.” I stretch to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You don’t think we should be married first?” I ask, going back to our original conversation.
“That’s going to happen. But there is no law that states we have to wait until then. Hell, we can get married tonight. I’ll charter a plane. We can go to Vegas or Fiji or wherever your heart desires.”
“You’d do that?”
“I’d do just about anything to make you my wife, Tessa.”
“When the season is over. Your mom and dad and my mom and Joseph. Our closest friends. We’ll keep it small.”
“Done. I’ll make it happen.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. Looks like you’ll be changing your name, after all.”
“I don’t know. Landon Deaton has a nice ring to it.”
“Not as good as Tessa Barker.”
“Hmm.” I slide my arms around his neck, clamping my hands together. “That does have a nice ring to it.” My heart isfull. Landon is the man of my dreams, and I could never have imagined we would be here at this moment. What started out as a chase, ended in forever.
“Speaking of ring, yours is shining.” He smirks.
“My fiancé insisted I get it. It’s obnoxious.”
“But you love it.”
“I do. I love him, too. Although, I’m not exactly sure he knows how lucky he is.”
“You don’t think so? Does he kiss these freckles?” he asks, kissing the bridge of my nose.
“Every day.”
“Does he get to hold you in his arms each night?”
“He makes sure of it.”
“Does he tell you how beautiful you are?”
“Without fail.”
“Trust me, he knows he’s lucky.”
