Page 77 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
Straightening, I look down at her, my eyebrows drawn together in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I told you, I have plans for our date tonight,” she informs me.
“Can’t we just stay in?”
“No, and we have to go or else we’re going to be late.”
A groan leaves my lips. “Okay. Then, since I know you’re looking forward to this, let’s go before I beg you to change your mind.”
She laughs. “I promise you’ll have fun.”
“I’ll be with you, I know I will.”
“That sounds like one of your lines, Mr. Brennan.”
Chuckling, I claim, “You are absolutely the only person I would say that to.” Until we have kids–the thought crosses my mind before I can stop it, but it doesn’t make me shy away.
“Come on, Levi, let’s go.”
I slide into the passenger seat of Layla’s car, her scent wrapping around me like a glove. “Damn, it smells good in here. It’s a cute car.”
She side-eyes me as she pulls onto the road. “Cute?” I chuckle in response. “I forgot you’ve never been in my car. It makes you look small,” she teases.
Shaking my head in amusement, I inquire, “So where are we headed?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
Grinning, I relax back in the seat, enjoying the sound of her singing along with the radio.
A half-hour later, she’s driving into the pro ice hockey arena, the billboard announcing tonight’s game.
VALLEY DIAMONDBACKS VS SAVANNAH LEOPARDS
“We’re going to a hockey game?”
Shrugging, she explains, “Yeah, I figured you never get to sit and watch a game unless you’re working. I thought it would be fun to go to a game where you can enjoy it without having any pressure and it’s truly time off together.”
My heart clenches. “I can’t believe you thought of this. Do you even know if I like hockey?”
She parks the car and looks at me, suddenly nervous. “It was either this or basketball.”
My head falls back in laughter. Reaching for her, I palm her neck, my thumb caressing her jaw near her ear. “Yes, I like hockey. This was so damn sweet, Layla. I fucking love you. Doing this,” I gesture to the arena behind us. “This is awesome.”
“So does that mean you really do forgive me?”
Dropping my forehead to hers, I keep my grip on her neck, exhaling a harsh breath. “You did not have to do something like this, Layla. I forgave you already. Just knowing you were genuinely regretful and you love me, that was more thanenough.” Taking a deep breath, I attempt to process my thoughts. “Let’s make a promise to each other.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“From now on, let’s do things for each other because we want to.”
“Does that mean I’m not getting any more flowers?” she jokes.
Chuckling, I reply, “You’ll have so many you can start your own flower shop if you want. I love buying you flowers.” Tipping my chin, I kiss her hard. “Let’s do things because we love each other.”
“Levi, I do love you.”
“I know, baby, and that’s all I need.”
