Page 64 of The Game Plan
The silence is so thick, it almost feels unbearable. Yet he waits, like the gentleman he is.
Shifting uncomfortably, I wiggle until I’m at the edge of my seat. With trembling fingers, I reach out, gripping Grant’s face in my hands.
“Yes,” I whisper, tears cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall. “I’ll marry you, Grant Campbell.”
His breath catches before his hands reach for my face. Our lips crash in a searing kiss. It’s awkward with my big belly, but neither of us cares. Grant also doesn’t seem to mind the onslaught of moisture covering my cheeks.
Slowly, I pull back, both of us grinning as the tension melts away like a popsicle on a hot Texas day.
“When the hell did you even get this?” I choke out, gesturing to the box with a watery laugh. “Did you already have it?”
A sheepish smile slides across his mouth, giving him an almost boyish look. He shrugs. “I might have picked it out when you moved in with me.”
“Oh my god, Grant.” I playfully slap him on the shoulder as my stomach swoops. “You had this planned?”
“I had hope that one day we’d find each other the way we always talked about.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. He stands, cupping my cheeks, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I love you, Peach,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you to bed. We can talk more in the morning.”
I nod, heart thundering.
It’s crazy where life can take you in almost twenty-four hours.
The apartment is quiet, but not in the usual early-morning way. The silence is heavy. I’m always up with the sun, but last night, I barely slept. As badly as I wanted to pull Savannah into my bed, tuck her under my arms, and soak in her warmth, I didn’t. There was something in her blue eyes that held me back. Instead, I walked her to her room, hugged her, and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She needed time to think, to process everything that happened.
How the hell was it only twenty-four hours ago when I had her writhing beneath me? Now we’re fake married. What the fuck?
Shaking my head to keep the spiral at bay, I move through the kitchen on autopilot, padding across the cool tile with bare feet and gripping the counter as I wait for the coffee to finish. The machine sputters in the background as I let my head dangle, taking a deep breath and trying to ground myself.
I’m about to marry Savannah Holycross.
Hopefully, today, if everything goes right.
I can’t believe she said yes. For some reason, I had a feeling she’d tell me to go to hell and that I was on my own with thislie. And as shocked as she was, I was grateful she allowed me a chance to explain. To pitch my case as to why we could make this work.
No, we weren’t dating. We’ve never really dated, if we’re going to be technical, but what we had is more special thanjust friends.
I reach for the carafe of half-caffeinated coffee I’ve switched to since Savannah has to watch her caffeine intake. Shit’s not so bad, but I still opt for full flavor when I can.
With a full mug of steaming brew, I take it to the living room, sinking into the sectional like it might be the one thing to hold me together today. Elbows resting on my knees, I stare at my feet. The sky starts to wake as soft rays filter in through the blinds. I adjust in my seat and slide my cell phone out, scrolling through my endless notifications, and open my message app. I’m in desperate need of my friends’ help if I’m going to pull off this wedding today. Tipping my head back, I stare at my ceiling before finding my sister’s name in our text thread.
You and Riggsby around this afternoon? I’ve got an idea…
Resting my phone on my thigh, I scrub a hand down my face. My stubble scratches against my palm, grounding me. It only takes a minute for my phone to buzz. My sister’s an early riser, always hitting the gym with the sunrise.
Sister: The last idea wasn’t your best… You sure about this one?
I roll my eyes.
Shut up. Sav agreed to everything last night, especially when I pulled out the ring. Ithought maybe we could make this official today…at the courthouse.
Her response is instant.
Sister: A RING?! What the actual fuck?!
Before I have a chance to respond, another message pops in.
