Page 73 of Playbook
“No shit,” he says. “Your parents told me you were seeing each other, but I thought they were joking.”
He laughs and my dad joins in too. My uncle stands and extends a hand across the table. “Nice to meet you. Hell of a game today.”
“Yes, sir, it was.”
Oh shit. I totally forgot to ask him about it.
“Did you win?” I look over at Brogan.
My family’s laughter makes heat bloom in my cheeks. Brogan’s smile widens, but he doesn’t look offended that I didn’t keep tabs on him. I was too busy freaking out about him hanging out all afternoon with my family.
“By a landslide,” Uncle Steve says. “That run you made in the third quarter was a thing of beauty.”
“Thank you, sir.” He almost looks embarrassed by the compliment. A look I wasn’t sure he was capable of.
“I’m going to go put on my suit,” I say, needing to extract myself from the questioning gaze my mother is shooting me and the hero worship on everyone else’s face. The man walked right into a houseful of his biggest fans.
“Want me to come with you?” Brogan asks with a wink. “I can help.”
“I think I can manage,” I say, wanting to murder his ass. Doesn’t he know you don’t basically proposition a girl in front of her parents? My face grows warmer. Oh my god. Does my dad think Brogan has seen me naked? Of course he does, because he thinks I’m really dating him.Groan.
I hightail it away from them, leaving Brogan to fend for himself. Something tells me he isn’t going to have any trouble managing on his own.
In the kitchen, I grab a glass and fill it with water. Sierra hurries in after me. A towel is wrapped around her wet body and she’s dripping on the floor.
“Oh my gosh. You two are so cute together,” she gushes.
“I cannot believe you blackmailed me into bringing him. Did you see Uncle Steve? He’s probably getting his arm signed so he can tattoo it.”
“No, but I wouldn’t put it past Grandma.” Sierra motions with her head out the window where our grandmother has a hand on my boyfriend’s bicep. Even from this far away I can tell she’s flirting with him.
“Dear god, no wonder I don’t date.” I catch myself. “Didn’t date.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“You would.”
The sound of car doors shutting out front draws my attention.
“Who else is coming?”
She pulls her bottom lip behind her teeth looking guilty as hell. Panic flares even before I know why I’m panicking.
“Don’t be mad, but Ben invited Chris and Gretchen.”
“Sierra!” How many times am I going to be blindsided by my ex? Two years without running into him and now he’s freaking everywhere.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. He really wants you two to bury the hatchet before the wedding.”
“We’re fine,” I say, waving her off. “We don’t need to bury anything.”
She’s not having it. “You can’t even be in the same room together.”
“Which is why we’re fine. As long as we don’t have to see each other, everything is great.”
Sierra tilts her head to the side and gives me a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to tell him to get lost?”
I’m fairly certain she would if I asked her to, but then that puts her in a tough spot with Ben.
