Page 107 of The Book Club Boyfriend
I step closer, sliding my hands into my pockets to keep from touching her. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She smirks. “Don’t get used to it.”
“I won’t,” I say, but my voice is rougher now. Lower. “But for the record… you fit in with them.”
Scarlett shakes her head. “I’m not a hockey girlfriend.”
“Didn’t say you were.”
She looks up at me, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes.
“I just meant,” I say, softer this time, “you belong. Wherever you want to be.”
Her breath catches slightly, and for a split second, I wonder if I went too far.
But then she says, “You better take me home before I do something crazy.”
My brows lift. “Define crazy.”
“Like kiss you again.”
My brain short-circuits.
“I mean, it wasn’t terrible,” she says with a shrug, stepping around me to climb into the passenger seat. “For a first date.”
I laugh, full and low, and close her door behind her.
As I walk around to the driver’s side, I swear—I’ve never wanted someone more.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chaos Incoming
Scarlett
I fire off a text the second the plane touches down.
Me:Just landed. I’ll see you soon.
My heart taps out a rhythm I’m pretending not to notice. It’s not nerves. It’s just… travel jitters. Normal adrenaline. Totally not because I’m about to spend the next three days sharing a hotel room with Chase Remington.
Chase:Can’t wait. Car should be waiting for you outside of baggage claim. Unless you chicken out…
I smirk at my screen. Of course he’s being a smartass. It helps. Keeps things from getting too serious, too fast.
Still, as I gather my things and shuffle off the plane, I’m hyperaware of everything. Of how this trip isn’t just a “visit” or a “work thing.”
It’s a step.
A choice.
I could’ve said no. But I didn’t.
I said yes.
Yes to the weekend. And yes to him.
I wait by baggage claim, trying not to fidget, running through a mental checklist. Outfits. Makeup. Laptop in case inspiration strikes. And—yep. Cute underwear. Just in case.
