Page 41 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
“Do you think he’s worth it?”
My head rolls back as I groan. “He’s worth everything.” I look back at my phone. “He even stayed after he knew the truth behind the breakup.”
“I’m glad y’all are working this out. I just wantyou to be happy, Daisy. You deserve that sort of happy, the same kind we grew up around.”
I knew who all she was referring to. Our parents and grandparents all seem to have these epic love stories. It’s beautiful. Delilah was the only one who understood. We’d watch our romcoms and read our romance books because we believed in happily ever after; we’d witnessed it for ourselves.
That was what made losing my dad so hard. The pain my mom must have felt. I can’t imagine that kind of loneliness. It’s what kept me from going anywhere; I couldn’t leave her alone.
“Earth to Daisy.”
“Mom extended her trip to Europe. She’s added like two more weeks.”
“Do you think she met someone?” Delilah teases.
“No, they decided to add Ireland to the itinerary.”
“You’ve always wanted to go there.”
“Maybe one day. For now, let’s focus on the fact that I do have the house to myself for like another two weeks nearly.”
“Operation get laid.”
I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me.”
“Okay, I’m going to go and get ready.”
“I expect updates.”
“We’ll chat soon. Come home soon!”
“I will eventually.”
“You haven’t been to a game yet this season.”
Delilah laughs. “The season barely started. I promise I will be home for the holidays.”
“And?”
“I’ll find a way to make it to at least two games this season.”
“Good. Okay, I’m going to go. Love you!”
“Love you too.”
Okay, plan in motion. I stand from my seat, go and plug in my phone. This is going to work. I wash my hands before the last stretch and fold of my dough. After a shower and getting ready, it should be good to chill in the fridge until early tomorrow morning.
I can’t believe I’m going to do this. This is crazy. All for a guy. I shake my head at the thought as I make my way upstairs. Not just any guy—theguy. Maybe it’s time to create my own happily ever after.
Chapter Nineteen
ETHAN
Sweat drips down my face as I push my legs harder, faster. One more. The sound of skates sliding across the ice and pucks slapping against sticks filters through the haze. I pivot, my stick slicing through the air as I hit the puck.
My breathing is heavy as I watch it soar through the air. Andrew stretches out, and the puck bounces off of his glove. It didn’t make it in, but it was a great save by our goalie.
